You make the mountains sing
Hold the cold in your hands for me.
It was marked within a heart shape on a tree
Colourful play to explain the ordinary.

You are my muse and my words
The only one from the Ocean.
You’re the wind that blows my kite
And let me run around for my freedom.

Remind me of my childhood
And Kiss me before this goes away
I wish for us to bestow romance
Yearn to be your only slow dance .

Touch me and love me more
Pull me close to create another
I don’t want you to leave the shore
Without you, I’m not a lover.