Always I want to be with you
tangled up in a world for two;
one where we can lie on limbs amongst leaves
where your worries and mine couldn't climb the trees.
Our world would be one lived at such great heights,
all that could harm us would bark with no bite.
And our darkest of moments would be just that of night
with still the stars as our ceiling and each other's eyes for a light.

And here in these trees we would have all that we need;
my comfort in you and yours, in me.
And think how content we would keep in our canopy
with our bodies pressed together, puzzle-piece-perfectly,
where even in the thickest of rains
our arms wrapped tightly would remain the same.
And when that rain would turn in to the wildest of storms,
only to come closer would we change our form.

We would live and we'd love holding on without stop,
we would rock- and you'd call me baby- in our own tree top.
We would sleep as we please and wake with no haste,
having only the time to get there as time to waste.
So I'll go and I'll wait, rather eagerly for you
to join me there in our world for two.
One made with you, and only you, in mind.
One where you would always and only be mine.