I wouldn't call it right or wrong but intentionally fair.
That I'm looking at a bundle of adventure, covering her sleepy face with her own hair.

When we met my stomach was aching from lobsters and problems with a fan.
I spent the night looking for her, but ended up cleaning my toes from sand.

Even if i just recently got to know her, from personal tales from afar.
A hunch told me we would probably get drunk like pirates, in Egypt or Madagascar.

Sitting on a bus in a place i can't pronounce, even if my life was a great stake.
I'm including her in my prayers to the gods; may her hammock always swing and waves always break.