And like any other phenomena
They were curious about her
"How does she start? Where does she end?" "What is she made of?" "When does she fade?"
Wrote myths and tales about her
"On her edges, there are pots of gold." "And these pots of gold, they are guarded by trolls."

But they cannot figure her out
Like a rainbow on a rainy afternoon
before they even get to know her, she was gone

She makes everyone feel a whole spectrum of colors, too bad he's color blind.

She's the ocean, people describe her as color blue. But she is not just one color: she's cyan, and turquoise, navy blue, and white. She's green and blue-green and sometimes brown. She's a spectrum of a lot of colors.

She's the ocean, people describe her tides as low and high, shallow and deep; but she isn't just about the extremes, her range cannot be measured by just how she looks like.

She's the ocean, she can tear you apart and drown you when she's angry; but she can also help you sail to safety.

All these I know because I fell in love with her, but I have a lot to learn. *She's the ocean, a lot of parts still unknown.

I am a newly ironed chiffon dress and you are the stubborn wrinkle around the beaded detail. No matter how hard I try, I can't get rid of you.

You are the rain that comes and goes
and I am the girl in the yellow dress running for shelter, soaking wet and always unready. I didn't bring an umbrella that day. I hardly ever do, little did I know I was meant to bump into you.

You were the storm that wanted everything else to be damaged
but for some reason, you cannot destroy me; I was the little kid  enjoying the storm as I dance to every beat of your thunder's roar

You wanted to be unpredictable so you can startle me, hence you came crashing the sky in broad daylight, but that too did not catch me off guard

You are the rain that comes and goes and I am the girl that stood still