Mountains never raised,

Before I had fallen for,

My one truest love.

This is just a kiss,

One or more ne'er stagnant seem,

Truer than all words.

Soaring in the depths,

Swimming along grading sand,

Standing in the clouds

Bounties of your heart,

Fruitless I to walk along,

Though, may we still thrive

Worry, all I feel,

As you go under the knife,

That you won't be free

Something must have been,

Watching over me the day,

You and I first spoke

Morning sun so bright,

As we awake after noon,

To darkening skies