You are both the problem and the solution; the cure and the disease. You are both love and chaos, and I no longer want to stay in between.

We were too focused on the uncertainties,  we have forgotten how it felt to be sure.

And like any other phenomena
They were curious about her
"How does she start? Where does she end?" "What is she made of?" "When does she fade?"
Wrote myths and tales about her
"On her edges, there are pots of gold." "And these pots of gold, they are guarded by trolls."

But they cannot figure her out
Like a rainbow on a rainy afternoon
before they even get to know her, she was gone

She makes everyone feel a whole spectrum of colors, too bad he's color blind.

She's the ocean, people describe her as color blue. But she is not just one color: she's cyan, and turquoise, navy blue, and white. She's green and blue-green and sometimes brown. She's a spectrum of a lot of colors.

She's the ocean, people describe her tides as low and high, shallow and deep; but she isn't just about the extremes, her range cannot be measured by just how she looks like.

She's the ocean, she can tear you apart and drown you when she's angry; but she can also help you sail to safety.

All these I know because I fell in love with her, but I have a lot to learn. *She's the ocean, a lot of parts still unknown.

I am a newly ironed chiffon dress and you are the stubborn wrinkle around the beaded detail. No matter how hard I try, I can't get rid of you.