I haven't climbed the mountains,
But i had the same feeling; when i was on top of your ;
ever ascending love
The journey was long but i was never tired, only delighted to see her beside.
It was the time when i used to listen to convict love , and my heart will go on.
And so it went on and I was the jack for her, a romeo to my heart.
I haven't climbed the tallest mountain , but i felt i had won over the world
The love was flying, warm hugs and tender kisses,
Soft touch upon her skin and all the delicate goose bumbs
But I never realized when my flying love started fluttering,
Torn apart by the blizzard of hurts and betrayal
and hijacked by her vulnerability.
I never climbed the mountains but i know the feeling after,
How badly i wanted to stay, just on the summit, for a little longer, or a forever of time,
How hard i had fought, for my love to stay above clouds,
How strongly i wanted to cling on to my departing love.
The love landed
only a bit harder
and only after a short of time,
A roller coaster ride with a juliet of mine.
