In the harbor of your love,
there is contentment;
shelter from the open sea,
safety from the blowing winds,
that be obstacles to me.
In this cove I find my peace,
quiet from a troubled world;
solace of an unexpected kind,
a place that I can meditate,
to a spot known only in my mind.
Aboard a ship that gently rocks,
lulling me to a quiet sleep;
here I can dream of only you,
relishing the fondest memories,
of love, refreshing and so true.
In the darkness of the night,
there's only brilliant stars;
a painted canvas in its moonless glow,
the artist, in the heavens, lives,
and tells me what I need to know.
The marina's full of nestled boats,
there closeness, like a safety net;
here, I am greatly satisfied with life,
where the hull breaks the waves of joy,
like butter sliced by some great knife.