You say you love me and I say the ocean will have me first.
You say you want me, and I say the waves will quench my thirst.
Lapping at the shore like ice blue blinking eyes,
The ocean knows no boundaries nor human decided size.
You told me that you loved me and I knew that it was true,
And I know I fell in love, and I know it's not with you.
Come February the tides will cease,
And the war we wage will turn to peace.
You'll find beauty in a fortnight's day*,
And I will have thrown myself into the bay.
You told me that you loved me and I swore the ocean would have me first.
You told me that you wanted me, and I swore the waves would quench my thirst.
A fortnight into February my thoughts abruptly reversed,
I've forgotten every refusal that I previously rehearsed.
And while I wait for you to say you love me once again,
Something very startling happens right there and then.
You've got a beauty on your arm – she's tall and thin and fair,
And the ocean's own pearls seem to sparkle in her hair.
How ironic that the thing I pledged myself to months ago,
Has ended up with the man to which I'd previously say "No".