I've sailed through the pacific of her mind And have paddled the boat of her love for me. I've handled the steering of her kind Of motor vehicle, but ain't in there a stranger, save me. Yes! We might’ve not started the sailing together, But to complete the sailing, she felt I could make a best Sailor; For she knew that she’s got no feather To fly to her ambitions, save to sail to the harbor. And when I see her struggle with the navigation, I'd like to rejuvenate the ship and be the sea simultaneously: The sea – that I might discern its depth when in motion. Rejuvenate the ship – that I might be her captain, vehemently. Ought not I to have the mastery of her ship? That I might lend a hand in times of a stormy sea; For the bound between us is so deep. Deeper than the depth of that her sea I want to be. I've sailed through the pacific of her mind And can proudly profess that there ain't a Sailor, like me, of any kind.