My love for you is like the surging sea,
Wild and passionate against the sand.
I'm the surf withdrawing helplessly;
You're the firm and finely sculpted land.
I love you as the wind caresses grass,
Running gentle fingers through its hair.
I whisper my sweet nothings as I pass;
You bend away as if you didn't care.
Sometimes I feel that I am like the sun,
Shining down on you with hot desire.
You tan yourself precisely 12:00 to 1:00,
Then shade yourself from my too ardent fire.
Ah, words! Why do I care? What do they say?
But I'm in love, so there's no other way!
