Like waves to a seashore 
I'm caught in the movements of your love's grip.
I study you to see more.
Wash me clean through our tug of war.
Like a sunset's sweet kiss on the horizon. 
Like my fingers to typing. 
Some things go hand in hand. 
If only these harsh lessons made me a better man. 
Then I could fill the spot and feel worthy of your love again. 
Until then, I'll bathe in your sweet moonlight.