It began as a sparkle, a mere glint of the eye,

Rolling down your cheek, with a hint of emotion,

A misty water vapour, from cloud in your sky,

Filling broad streams in those mountains up high.

 

On a fast, rolling river, surging deep and wide,

I cascade, uncontrolled, on a white-water ride,

At the mercy of rocks on the Severn Bore tide,

I hurtle past speedboats on this river of love,

Bypassing safe harbour on my way to the sea.

The coastguard is alerted, helicopters above.

A grown man has gone missing; believed to be me!

 

I have laid myself prostrate, as an act of devotion,

Held aloft by some driftwood I found floating by,

Adrift on the tide of a vast swelling ocean,

An ocean of love, from a tear in your eye.