baby,

the first person you will come to love

will sweep you off of your feet

ever so gently like a wave brushing the bay.

you will nickname them "Tsunami",

but not before they stretch their hands out to you 

and tell you "i love you".

and you, so shy and timid, will dive right in

without hesitation

because you, so naive, have never heard a siren sing.

and you will spoil them greatly,

treat them royalty,

and watch your body go bankrupt

just to hear their sweet voice tell you

"i love you",

their lips dripping with artificial maple syrup

as they drain you of all your being 'til you are 

nothing

but a broken shell of what you used to be.

baby,

the first person you will come to love

will be the first one to teach you how to fear water.

you will nickname them... "Tsunami".

i won't force you to swim,

but i will wait patiently by the bay

with a lifejacket just in case.