Somewhere in the mountains
I will meet you there
No need to say I’m sorry
Windows down, wind in our hair
I need no explanation
Just you and a promise
Your arms my destination
Our love our compass
And I won’t worry there
About all the other threats
We’ll sleep in on every Sunday
And we won’t pack our regrets
And your kind heart will reign
Through the minutes of the day
The darkness finds us in the night
But the anger never stays
We won’t need much, my love
I can be there in no time
And all the nights of time’s forever
I’ll take yours if you’ll take mine
LL~
—We almost made it. I love you, PW.

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