The symphony of a soft night is sweet in the air,
wind whispering as we wade into the open ocean,
waves weaving a melody that swells in the starlit sky,
and the little wooden boat is abandoned,
floating, forsaken, back towards the shore.
Aquamarine eyes are all I see,
surrendering to the icy blue,
weathering the storm, with you.
Let me drown in all that you are, my darling.