I cried so much the night he left me, left me all alone,
As if I’d made the many oceans from these tears I’ve known,
Buried deep, my head, into the pillow on which I sleep,
And let the fountain flow, as if it were my only keep,
I knew he’d be back soon, but my eyes did not cease,
The waters kept on flowing, as if he’d left me without peace,
And now as he returns, as a part of me,
I let the tears of happiness flow, to form a gentle sea.