The salty sea understands Vast unbounded loneliness Despite surrounded by Bountiful land Fringed with company Immersed in memories Exuding calmest thought Her placid shores Lap at my feet Spurring me on
Do not try, Pipes chorus - To compete, It’s not a game, Chides a waiter - With the apple Of her eye. Devotion decades deep While you are merely A drop in her sea. Constant, awash A reed among kelp forest Slowly disappearing Taste of salt tears Sweat of remembrance Incomparable to the love She plucked from tender Young tree
Count the stars of heaven 