love comes to me in waves,
but will i ever have the ocean?
would i be the one you'd save?
or would you leave me, frozen?

on the shore, the water delivers gifts
such as words from faraway lovers
the further away i drift,
the more i begin to suffer

he kisses me repeatedly,
never missing a single beat
i ponder, if only
there was a chance we could ever meet

someplace in the middle,
where stillness would allow us
even something just a little,
in that, i would trust