In memory of your adoration.

[QDeathstar]

Shimmering swirls move swiftly as
light plays across the creek,

Water bends round crooked limbs,
of some old fallen tree.
 
The sweet hush of the waterfall
sings lullabies to me.

I hear the whisper of your voice,
the wind that moves the leaves.

The title is the most interesting thing in this poem. It makes me want to love the poem. But, the rest sounds a like leftovers of a teenage poetry meet. Not a lot said, some pretty common pretty words, and the usual small talk about the weather.

Keep the title, ditch the poem.