Broken umbrella

If love was water
we would live in the sweetest sea,
i would make your own island
in the world's ocean.

If love was water
we would kiss among
waves, salt and sand,
and you would discover my own island;
each corner, veins and arteries.

Stay with me,
forget the far-off shores.
I need it rains
flashes, thunders and sweet storms.

If you decide to follow the way,
better you do it in the safest boat,
but never forget
i will always be near the haven;
a line between love and nostalgia;
a broken umbrella.


What do you think, do we get wet?