I gaze, while I wonder and dream of you,
upon breathtaking, mountainous ice sheets.
While the ice melts to paint the prettiest blue,
I close my eyes; how quickly my heart beats.
They say the glaciers go five thousand feet,
below the layer that my eyes can see.
But this is no extraordinary feat,
compared to the depth of my love for thee.
Shivering among these white mountain tips,
I long for the precious warmth of your lips.
i wrote it while in alaska. is it romantic, or corny?
upon breathtaking, mountainous ice sheets.
While the ice melts to paint the prettiest blue,
I close my eyes; how quickly my heart beats.
They say the glaciers go five thousand feet,
below the layer that my eyes can see.
But this is no extraordinary feat,
compared to the depth of my love for thee.
Shivering among these white mountain tips,
I long for the precious warmth of your lips.
i wrote it while in alaska. is it romantic, or corny?