Waves so serene can be turned  into fury,
Just like her personality.
The scars of her past that are said to be nasty,
Defy the laws of her beauty.

I draw towards her, like a wave settling on the shore,
But a driving force pushes me to my own empty heart's core.

I will wait day and night.
I won't give up, not until the sun refuses to part light,
For I will try to heal her subdued heart.

May the disavowal of truth wash me away,
I will stay stubborn to adore you in a nonpareil way.
May the rough melancholy tear me away,
I will not let you fall in the dark,
Not for even a day.