I could be a cliche.
Tell you that water flows like your hair in the wind.
That the reflection I find on sunlit lakes I can also find in your eyes.
I could tell you these things and you'd smile, and laugh and probably fall a little bit more in love.
But I'm not going to do that this time.
I'm going to tell you what water means to me.
Water means you.
Oceans apart, just beyond the horizon.
And I know I'll die if I swim it alone.
That's why I asked you to meet me halfway.
Little did I know, you'd row through the solitude and the storms, just to protect me from myself
Water symbolizes something,
And for me it's you.
