whole lotta love
outmoded are those that wanted
you and me not to get together;
outraged, the time wanted to be
in trend too and paralyzed the seconds,
both of us to roam like two crazy
between each other's thoughts;
but the moon intervened and with
gold threads it glazed our souls;
the sea dancing in circles
through you and me,
it dressed us with her breeze
in a mating ritual of senses
to dispel away everything we felt
as a homework of culpability
even if we've got puzzled...
nothing and nobody could stop us...
tenacious, we still dare, we still dream...
you're wanting me... I'm wanting you...
whole lotta love...