In                            the                            summer                  









                  I                                strech                                out                                on                                the                                shore                  









                  And                                    think                                    of                                    you                  









                  Had                                    I                                    told                                    the                                    sea                  









                  What                                    I                                    felt                                    for                                    you                  









                  It                                    would                                    have                                    left                                    its                                    shores,                  









                  Its                                    shells,                  









                  Its                                    fish,                  









                  And                                    followed                                me