deepest in
Someday when our stories are told
They’ll tell a love like this….. 
from Paris to Florida,
We’d cross the deepest ocean
We will climb Tibetan mountains
Where we can barely breathe
Where I can scream I love you
so the world can hear
We lay on hay
And all the constellations
will shine down for us to see
me, whispering this, like the sound of wind
I know my heartand it will never change
us,
freely breathe
