His heart is in the distance.

Hers is in his hand.

They both refuse to give in,

And leave on the ground what they have.

Multi-paged letters are written.

Not one single feeling left out.

They're both beginning to realize

What true love's all about.

He clings onto this love with a passion,

Afraid of being alone.

Letters are better than nothing,

Couldn't bear for this love to grow cold.

She trusts in his love completely,

Wraps herself in it like a quilt.

She swears to him she'll do nothing

To make her feel any guilt.

Destiny is moving them,

With a force they can't deny.

Fate has their love in the palm of its hand,

If only they could fly. . . . . . .