And the breath is taken from my lungs; Suffocating. Without your sweet, sweet existence my chest would no longer pace, nor would it flutter. The wicked sea would take me underneath, becoming apart it's density. Alas, I hear your spoken sound; For suddenly I am no longer bound. The air I breathe; a gift, from you to me. I rise afloat so effortlessly. My source of love, my choice in life, my happiness gleams, my hope a light.