Oh, sparkling sea,
I sit here wondering where you will carry me,
will it be to the ends of the Earth,
or to the shores nearest me,
will there be a girl with a smile,
and a flower in her hair,
will she be, there waiting for me?
A beauty so happy,
so joyful and so carefree,
and with a wild sense of humour,
and with patience,
intellect and wit, to lift me up and carry me?
Will I be, forever in her arms,
forever embraced by her charms,
and will we eternally be,
wrapped in each other’s thoughts and spontaneity?
For as steady as water flows from a fountain,
and as frequently as the waves crash upon the shore,
these thoughts they set me free,
and in my mind,
I am already packing my bags,
to see where she will be,
and with her in my mind,
I hope to stay forevermore,
but, we shall see,
we shall see I am sure,
and across the seas and the oceans,
I will keep looking until I find her,
and the search to find love,
the search to find love is over forevermore.
