As she waits,
as she waits for me,
I watch the sea,
I watch the sea,
and I recall it and its power,
and it calls to me,
it calls to me,
as I wait for her patiently,
and I think of us swimming there,
where the air is so fresh and clean,
and visions of her smiling at me come back to me,
and it is a beautiful daydream,
while I kill time waiting for her in its pleasantries,
and she, she swims up to me and kisses me,
and how fragrant she is amongst the roaring sea,
amongst the roaring sea,
as she kisses me and cuddles me so tenderly,
so tenderly amongst the waves, and what a memory,
as my heart it pounds at the thought of her,
and the seconds count down,
and no time alone, is ever without her in my memory,
and how happy I am knowing that she,
will be here in no time at all,
and how pleasant the sun is,
and how warm she will be in my arms,
after she has run to me, as if in slow motion,
as if a dream, as if a dream,
her gentle beauty, the wonder of her tender fragility.
