If you saw the waves as I did, my love,
We'd meet without crossing an ocean
In the moonlit flicker and foam
Where I swear I once met your smile.
It baptized my feet with a warmth
Unlike that of the Black Sea at night —
But of your voice after crying of joy,
Of your eyes as they dive into mine,
Of the slow, and quiet peace of water
That's has not been tamed nor startled.