Woman as the country

Woman as a country,
man as the sea.
The waves rolled over me,
took all of the parting.
In passing, he whispered
I love you.

The time to sow.
growing up,
love the valuable crop.
The time to enjoy the harvest,
Time is happiness, and love.

Time passes over me, but,
years following its run.
Matured, the last harvest
for the time is in the hands of fortune.