I think of you and me.
Like two ships adrifting,
onto an open sea.
The lighthouse is our beacon,
as it's beam it shows the way.
Upon the straight and narrow,
to never go astray.
Your love is like the west wind,
that billows in the sail.
Always there protecting,
against the ocean's gale.
I know that I'm a dreamer,
but I hope you've always known.
That without your ship beside me,
I'd never made it on my own.
by Thomas Harvey