The ocean rolls with sounds of thunder.
Something deep is filled with wonder.
"This is who I am," You whisper to me,
The passion and power of the pounding sea.

An untold number-
drops of water,
So untold mysteries make You.
A fine mist
(a gentle touch)
A raging tide
(a jealous love)
A shapeless thing that shapes all things.

If 98% of me is You,
what about the other 2?