The sea—murmured by some—engulf souls with tranquility
Perhaps may it be the gentle brushing of the foam bubbling
Upon entangled limbs and skins kissed by venus
Naught I become but pain! endless pain!
For the moans of oceans along with the waves
Buried deep with memoirs of joys and despairs
Now thee are gone, calmer than the breeze, faster than a squint
O! Sofia! all times we spent washed farther, sank deeper
The sea—i thought— it drowns, even those one
Ought to keep, but like the pebbles washed away by the waves
You may return… perhaps not on our shore but of another
Have i seize yet to burrow, yet truly, Sofia, most truly,
Antithetical to the sea where waves must stay and depart
You have my heart as thine genuine home, welcomed with open arms.
