She never knew the thing’s he’s known;
She never saw what he has seen.
But yet, through life’s vicissitudes
And through an empathy most keen

She’s tuned into the way he feels,
The man he is, inside —
And feels the ebb and flow of each
New low, or new high tide

And he – he wants to do the same:
To feel her changing moods and waves;
He gets her many gypsy jaunts,
Her forays into nooks and caves

He wants to know the many ways
Her heart is prone to go:
To laugh with her at high tide, and
To share with her
The low