Your love is like the tormented ocean.

It withers away at my pride in stone.

Its violent waves create swirling motion, 

In which your shifting devotions enthrone.

Deep down into the dark abyss I tore,

A crashing sailboat doomed to sink alone.

Ignoring God’s call to the holy shore,

I forgive you, and pray you may atone.

But suddenly, I am whisked upward forth.

The night shines but the eye of heaven bleeds.

Your face gleams with the knowledge of my worth,

And the raging ocean glumly recedes.

So we dance under a weak and pale moon,

To god’s discontent I braved the monsoon.