A tree-filled forest
Peppered with flower fields;
At the foot of the mountains I stand;
Holding your hand.

And as our gazes slowly turn from the horizon to each other’s eyes
I can hear the birds singing their love chants.
I can feel the butterflies in and outside my stomach.
I can smell the love odour of Spring in the air.
I hear the squirrels fight over one another
And see the melting snow forming streams.

As we lay down in the green high grass,
And as I rest my head on your chest,
I can only hope this moment will never end.

I get up and turn around,
My lips finding yours.
Is this what they call heaven on earth?
A young boy with the prettiest man of the world,
Never to be separated.