I am a ship set sail, contained inside your bottle
Your love binds me yet begs me the freedom to sail
And sail I will on the high seas of your heart.
These waters are not always calm
And I would have it no other way
Some men want the Carribean,
Calm and constant, no waves to be seen
But you are my radiant, wild Bearing Strait.
=M. Case (from Bros, Prose, and Pantyhose)