Self-Less Search

I was looking for the eyes And I saw their bluish depth. I was searching for the lips To read an emotion. I was hoping to distinguish an expression in you… But every time your eyes Would blink with the frosty waves, And every whisper of your lips Would wash my feet with mercy. And your beautiful face Is remaining to be found among the atoms Of the ocean… Am I in your embrace? Am I the embrace to myself? If I pretend to be a floating bubble On the arms of your waves, Will you promise To burst my boundaries So I could see my face in every drop?