Countless miles.

Those eyes had taken his say,
Her innocent dreams made him,
Her first guy in a relay,
Who could say they weren't lovers?
When they talked their hearts out to either self of them,
They were actually more of companions,
The two people who understood the hearts of either self,
What she said or what he had meant.

The world was but a scarlet dream,
That did shine like a magical beam.
He walked across to her, in order to convey,
That he cared for her being, sitting at the distant abbey.
She knew, he would come running; if need be,
It was such of their wondrous friendship.
He knew, for she would come to him,
When no one else would be her further accompany.

A belief, a sensation of belonging;
Did cluster, did stream.
Oh God, if it was affection,
It was really much supreme.

Both of them, dreamt, danced their passions,
And at the end of the day bid each other nights,
When their days had been differently led,
They would offer love in songs of happiness and grievance;
Yes, sitting at distant shores,
Every point of every night and day.

Li