Love has its waves, its curlers, tides;

It flows on steady, sure and strong.

Somtimes it throws a bit of frothy doubt in air,

Then murmurs, laughs and roars.

Serenely quiet then it smoothly flows along.

And often, dear, such surge roars

Up in me for you, such tide so high

Of love for you, l feel l am the ocean,

Momentous, moving, overwhelming—who?

Myself it is l overwhelm!

Salt spray runs down into my mouth,

I drink my love for you

While yearning for your touch!

Oh, l love you so, so very much!

Oh isle of you, to which my currents

Deep within me stream,

Just think, you are in sight,

And now no more a dream!