The Exchange of Gifts

I hold my heart in my hand and gift it to you
You look, you see, you take hold gifting me
The wind howls and the Fire burns
Passion knows no bounds

The flight seems never ending, the fury bright, our eyes weep with love known by no other

In the horizon the storms of fear ride the skies
We toss and turn but cannot evade its strikes
The rain weighs down and we cannot stay aloft
The land seeps closer and we can no longer see eachother through the clouds

At landfall we embrace one last time returning all but a single piece of the gifts exchanged for we are forever changed from the memory of our flight