Your embrace,
a place sculpted just for me.

Your scent, intoxicating –
I breathe you in like spring air.
The warmth of your body,
the beating of your heart –
I’m finally home.

You whisper pretty things in my ear,
and I feel precious –
like a diamond in the making.

Before, a few ordinary atoms –
now a treasure,
made by the strong grasp of your love.

For just like a jewel,
I would feel safest,
hung from your neck –
forever by your side.

I feel pity for the ocean.
In order to be loved, she stays silent –
masking the tiniest whisper of her feelings,
slowly forgetting the fiery waves she is made of.

For no man dares approach her
when she is crashing her turbulent bones
on the rocks.
They will wait until she has calmed –
tranquilised,
ready to reflect their likeness on herself.

They can't handle her intensity,
leaving behind corpses of memories –
abandoned promises of eternity,
never to come true.

Of course, I understand the ocean.
She shares the same fate I do –
the woman's fate.
Creatures crucified for emodying
their soul.

I fell in love with the feeling you give.
I confused it with the person you are.