Here I roll, along a sea of emotion,
Like a ship without a mast nor canvas,
A sturdy hull in motion,
Bracing firmly against the gale,
Flanks at war with the tides,
The cold depths surges,
Seek to prevail and deride,
Yet, mesmerized by these persistent and loving urges,
Fearlessly I stand towards the bow,
Given to the thought, indeed abiding to the notion,
That someday soon my mast shall rise,
And you shall be the sail,
As together we cross this ocean,
Towards a land unseen which we’ll unveil,
A paradise, without fail