The waves speak quietly to me when the tempes sleeps deep beneath.
I wish that I could give to you the Sun before i weds the West.
My tears mingle soft with the sea, yet I dream that you could taste them.
Lay with me our bridal bed, dance a moonlit path thereon.
Lay with me, above the dead that drift with tides, kiss upon.
My undine beauty, thou hast seen the coral kingdoms.
Silence. Peace.
The moon and stars I would forsake to gaze into thy starry eyes.
The azure sky seems notso deep as azure oceans, amidst sleep.
Lay with me our bridal bed, dance a moonlit path thereon.
Lay with me, above the dead that drift with tides, kiss upon.
