PROJECT NOVENIA 02: Falling

Your eyes are the ocean;
And I'm drowned in it.

How can I want so much

something
I know so little of?

Your touch is the wet sand;
And I'm wrapped in it.
How can I miss so much
something
I have never had?

Your lips are the cool breeze;
And I'm swept in it.
How can I reap so much
something
I haven't sown before?

March 3, 2010
19:25 Irish Time ^^