there are few things about which we are more certain:
love has always guided us from behind the curtain.
love it was that sang its song on that very first day,
when the sea delivered us with our cry for a refrain.
we have found out that one kiss can never be enough:
we complain as your lips vanish, this was not the bargain!
we are never so inspired as by our own hunger;
and never so ardent as when searching for your lane.
our strategy must be to somehow surrender our loss-
there is no way to win this struggle for love’s gain!
the more we long for you, the further away you recede;
crazy does not begin to describe the heart’s pain.
darvish is desperate and cries out for help- he is drowning:
your lips have become the shores of a vast, mighty ocean!