Loves is like climbing mountains,
Hold on firmly, seeking a foothold,
Grab your lovers hands,
Get attached to your partner,
Have the faith and trust in your soul,
Hanging there in a thin line,
Overlooking the fields beneath,
While you spin in a vortex.
Feel attached in each sprawl of your bones
naked into blurry of the night,
Illuminated by the moon,
you chew on shooting stars.
Trusting your love in a tent at 4000 feets high,
Laying on a narrow platform,
Wide enough for one?
Love makes you galant,
Standing up sleeping chained to the rock,
With a line to your lovers beautiful waist.
The moon beam melts your dreams,
melts our hearts while we stare at the night,
Waking up in a bed besides you,
Not sure if it was a dream?
