A mountain.

There's a mountain growing,

beyond my knowing,

There's a mountain growing,

in my heart.

A mountain called love,

summit peaks

 the sky above.

but I'm too little to climb it,

too afraid to cast it into the sea,

for fear that I won't find it.

There's a mountain growing,
deep down in the organs of my being,
my soul, my spirit.
My every kind of interior art,
this mountain is bursting right out of my heart.

Reaching altitudes of fierce weather,
too high for my lungs alone, but together?
Perhaps with a friend,
We could journey the ascent.
Perhaps with a friend,
This mountain wouldn't seem so high.

So when it's time to climb,

Please give me the sign,

and we'll tackle this mountain together.

Love:
encompassing planet and stars,
elegant forms of beautiful art,
love: 

oh, what a great mountain you are.
Please, oh dear, mountain of love,
 don't break my heart.