"The sea loved the moon

When she was supposed to love the shore.



The moon knew

And hence made his intentions known.



That she should love the shore

Who was destined for her.



Yet his protests seemed weak.

And even when he pushed her towards the shore-

She always retreated back.



To want, to need, to love the moon

For all she's worth.



Everyone said, it wasn't meant to happen.

Yet, the Tsunami rose that night for their union." - Saiber