" Ophelia went to the river with flowers in her hair,
the river came to Ophelia with a fern in his.
She loved the river, drank him down;
he loved Ophelia, took her tears.
They swallowed each other like spoonfuls of salt
and they sang and sang, until, together,
they came to know the sea. "

― Amal El-Mohtar , The Honey Month