… 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...,  filled with a  whole lotta love ...