i listened to my heart
for it had skipped a beat
the notes were not the same
over distance we would meet
gentle conversations
about the things we wrote
opened up a door
upon feelings that we spoke
we spoke about the breeze
an what it had done
we spoke about a place
under cook's run
we spoke about the future
had it now begun
we spoke about past
was it now undone
we spoke about life
an the journey of two
we spoke about everything
amidst our point of view
little did we realise
that the words that we spoke
was the glue that bound us
in the book of love an hope