A Single Act of Love

A single pebble, dropped into calm waters, I watched the ripples grow. The sound could only be a treble, it's still heard across many waters, by sailors, even as they row. I cease to be a rebel, like clay in the hands of master potters, I appoint you the baker and I'll be your dough With your love so strong, I tremble, though among the poorest of paupers, an eagle I've become, instead of a crow.