You're seventeen stories above my heart.
High above me,
You can see an entire landscape
Of splendor and love.
But you can't see me.
I'm seventeen stories away, looking up at you
And I feel so distant.
Seventeen stories above my heart
Is where you stand,
As I become lost in the aura of your beauty.
Its cold seventeen stories below
And things are gray while you're amongst the clouds.
From there, you'll experience new things
And explore the horizon you see through the window.
You may fall, but that's ok.
Because if you do,
I'll be down here ready to catch you.
