The first time I

met you I drowned

in the blue of your eyes, in

the ocean of their blue. The

smile you flashed me set fire

to my soul. My desire of

your heart lies in having

the joy of loving you,

of holding your hand, I

will die in the depths of your blue ocean, my spirit impassioned, your name

                                                                        on my heart eternally burned.

 

* Based on the line “I drowned in the fire of having you, I burned,” from the poem “Antique,” by Robert Pinsky