Is this how?

She wants to be forever forgotten,
so tonight we shall oblige.
Reveal the crashing fountain
atop a river named for carving mountains.

There could be a better place to be
a perfect fit for imagery
instead of a simple rhyme,
metered whine, sipped last time
because I wanted complication
of the simple - exaggeration
lost to a quest to find
the perfect truth left behind
in the pause it takes to inhale.