will this lake ever dry

when lotus will bloom in a lake of love
the ripples of reflection will go far and wide
no body will ask which peaks were assailed
nor would one bother, how deeper one had to dive
the storms would come and pass
the dust would rise and settle
the sound of subtle signs
would permeate the noise of stinging nettle
you will then quietly dissolve
somebody will mightily submit
will this lake ever dry
if my tears will keep their resolve