I must have told her so many times,
The reasons why I chose her,
Some I can't explain,
For they are buried to deep in my heart,
But one I can tell is this.

I saw her cry,
Not childish tears,
But silent tears of helplessness,
My heart melted into streams,
Which ran to her huge ocean heart.

From that moment on,
I swore on my life to her,
I would see an end to the tears,
There is still more I can give,
My heart is not yet empty.

My heart has been melting ever since,
Maybe one day those deeper reasons,
Will spill out,
And turn the streams to rivers,
Then we'll build our world up from the flow.