Drowning to know love

Wading over soft wet sand Towards the salty sea A chilly Scottish afternoon Cold water greeting me Plunging fast no time to feel I swim away with gusto Swim towards the shetlands Who’s beauty is a musto Arms stretched out I’m fighting Fighting the pounding waves The waters strength is frightening I can’t let my body cave My legs plough forth I keep my pace But soon feel my body aches It feels too cold I worry My strength is now at stake The cold has taken a bit of a hold But moving on I must The tightening softens Then all at once a huge almighty gush Pulled, pulled down within the waves Hands splashing, can do nothing Bubbles blowing from my mouth My body speadily dropping I relax, stay calm believe in no harm Then see a light above Young fisherman Tom from Skye Does save me, oh my love. Pulled up with glee Held on to me His arms so warm and tight Did I only know I loved him until that very night.