Those words in my mind...

Out of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me,

Whispering, I love you, before long I die.

I have travel'd a long way, merely to look on you, to touch you, 

For I could not die till I once look'd on you,

For I fear'd I might afterward lose you.

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Now we have met, we have look'd, we are safe;

Return in peace to the ocean, my love;

I too am part of the ocean, my love- we are not so much separated.

Behold the great rondure- the cohesion of all, how perfect!

But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separate us...

As for an hour, carrying us diverse - yet cannot carry us diverse for ever;

Be not impatient - a little space- know you, I salute the air, the ocean and the land.

Every day, at sundown, for your dear sake, my love.

Walt Whitman.