Though we have to be apart
We will always be together
Close enough in mind and heart
To ride out any weather
Reality is often bleak
But love remains inside
A glass house on a mountain peak
The raw world beside
Love builds its own four walls
And the heat its own small room
Through fierce winds and blinding squalls
The power of love is always in bloom
Though contents drift far downstream
And mountains fade into the distance
And life dissolves into a dream
Our love won't disappear
You'll turn, and I'll be here |
Submission Name: Waiting for 'Love'
