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...
