On the lonely cliffs of Clais br In our wooden home, sitting on the cane chair, br where the full moon in blaze br comes to our window for a stare. br you sing a song in a low voice - slowly br as i play the harp in your hair. br br br br Roaring waves calls in the southern breeze br to get in between us, in shear jealous. br Getting defeated in finding a space br its makes ur hair a complete mess. br It rushes back happy about the ruin br unaware that it gave my fingers a boon br br br br Around the room watching this br are all the books that nurtured us. br But still you sing like a lark br and except you, my world goes dark. br Flowers of night and angels envy br so they requests sun to come by. br br br br Brighter and hotter comes in the sun br But it seemed like a firefly before br the live valcano of our passion. br Our breath became poems and br so did our sweat - Love, love br and love was all that they said. br br br Days, Years and centuries did pass br still we lay there in each others warm arms. br Moon became stone and Sun a black hole br but none was able to unwind our souls. br Then we slowly start waning br and this world doing all the learning.