The highest mountain, with it's intimidating might,
Scared me little, but oh girl if you leave my sight,
Where will these two lonely eyes look upon?
Where will I find the strength to carry on?
Where else will my soul find total bliss,
With just one single smile or a slow kiss?
Finding you has been both a curse and gift,
For if you leave, who will this lonesome spirit lift?
Anything is nothing if you're not with me,
Life's aroma is sour, surrounding me bitterly.
Air itself thins as you walk away,
And inside I'm yelling for you to stay.
I'm your prisoner for as long as you'll have me,
Trapped by the four walls of our bedroom willingly.
A place filled with heat, sweat and love,
A place where having enough is never enough.
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