There may be other fish in the salty, briny sea
But I need nor want no other fish, to swim the depths with me.
Some may boast of smoother fins and brighter, better scales
But all those schools can wash away in light of all your tales.
Oh all the pretty starfishes, and sweet anemones
Could be consumed or swept away by tidal tsu-namis,
For with you I lie, face to the sky, palms clasped, backs on the brine
and with you I’ll stay, we’ll float away, and leave this old shoreline.