If I could fly, my love
I would wing to you,
down to the southern seas,
on a storm front of emotions
to crash through your dark skies.

Listen to the thunder;
the frantic beats of my wings
as closer and closer I soar,
riding high through the clouds,
with a turbulent passion to find
the one who calls me from afar.

A flash of  brilliant light
blinds you to my arrival,
I am here! Do you not see me?
It is I, the storm of our love
that you called into being.