If only I could open up your eyes,
As waves and seas to see I am your man,
Your soul would flow with water of my cries,
Protecting me through storms as walls of damn.
I float to love like flowers float amidst,
Gardens of green on floors of summers earth.
I swim to you my love, as fishes kiss,
Through storm and rain, the womb of waters birth.
To let me drown would die my heart that beats,
A thousand sounds that sacrifice to swim,
My days would surface what hot deserts greets,
Dessert for death at dawn dried out and grim.
Oh what a pleasure love brings to the well,
Yet without water how love sings to hell.