So I found you, here, at the bottom of the ocean. 

Men jag var inte redo. Inte redo än.

Summer has come to and end. Oh, but how lovely it has been, to have had the sun and the ocean as a friend.

The flowers in her mother's hair, brought the baby's eyes into tears.

I'm sorry for making a mess. Please don't yell. Please don't hit. Please don't love me any less. 

Would you let me touch your body and your skin? Come over with perfume on your neck, so that I can breathe you in.