Impatiently, I wait here
and here, I shall forever be.
Forever here and longing,
for my love's return to me.

I exist only for him
and for each next ardent embrace.
For the gifts of ecstasy he brings,
are in his touch, his scent, his taste.

My love does not keep me waiting long,
though he knows, I wait faithfully.
Eternally beckoning only to him,
in calmness or calamity.

Yes ! it is I that he returns to,
as he shall forever more.
For why, oh why would the sea,
ever want to be, away from it's shore ?