If I were the water 'neath the shower’s embrace, I’d fall on your brow with a tender trace, Kissing your forehead, whispering low, Gently down your face I’d flow. I’d graze your nose, your eyelids slight, Drip from your lips in morning light. With bashful steps, I'd wander down, To grace your neck, a gentle crown. Across your chest, through the valley there, A timeless dance, without a care. At the navel, I'd linger long, In the warmth where I belong. Slyly I’d venture, with a lover's grace, To your secret heart, a sacred place, With whispers wet that serenade, Salt's sweet symphony, softly played. Down thighs I’d stream, my journey's call, Feeling time’s embrace in the waterfall. Towards your feet, where the soil meets the sky, I'd leave one last kiss, as I bid goodbye. But in that touch, an echo will stay, Linking our souls, come what may, Through life's ebb and flow, and beyond the tide, Our love will be the water that cannot hide.