I watched her dance
and I felt the lure of her arms
viewing deeps breathes
that seemed to make her eyes asweat

the night seemed long
the latest of hours it was
and I ask, is there something I must do
my impatient sighs strangling me

I heard whispers, soft yet thundering
a storm of humiliation
my anxiety and fears my warbrobe
colourless and pale

Why such looks of mockery
what have I done I ask
I am only a humble man
yearning for the chance at love

Her gentle motion like a wave
taking her across the room
her delicate hands pointing to the moors
will she sing a song of wolves?

I see a chance at rebuttal
my flimsy friends to be denied
running towards the moon
casting its glow on her flaming hair

she rollicks over the thistled hills
I in relentless yet blissful chase
my hightops stripped og their soles
and I stripped of my doubt

I will forever run and follow
waiting for her to turn around
but, no matter
my love has limitless space