His eyes were the sea.

I was water,
flowing and excited,
thinking about the river from the top of the mountain.
I washed every black stone with my body,
and my heart was a swamp,
silent, calm, and quiet.
A passerby
looked at the swamp of my heart,
three steps away from loneliness,
drowned in temptations.
"Take a wrong turn, my heart is a swamp,"
I said.
He took one more step,
and I closed my eyes to let the river flow.
He took his third step,
and we both stood still,
staring at each other day and night.
My heart is a swamp,
and his eyes were the sea.