Standing in the deepest moors. Feeling the mist upon my face.
I yearn for loves deep penetrating gifts as I look upon the slippery cliffs.

To know the pounding of the great ocean waves upon the shore as it seeps into every grain of sand and taste the sweet salt as the tide washes down into the debts of the infinite sea.

To know a love of this mighty roar. The love that goes on forever…
Ah, endure.
This is the love that I wait. Wait. Wait.
So I stand…