Do you know how much it would be the feeling towards?
How much is the time apart?
How much is the need to be?
On the first count,
like the moon that circles the earth,
Every day all day,
Not being bored,
Not wanting to be away or anywhere else,
Just content and looking forward to be around always.
On the second count,
It's like the wind,
That spends time moving from one place to another,
Always seeking for something.
On the last count,
It's just as how the river yearns for the ocean, Always flowing towards it and to finally meet it .
The more is the thought about the bridge,
The more is the Knight convinced that it is not just any other tale,
But something more,
Much more, it surely is,
Something fated,
Meant to be,
Or as they sing, Written in the stars...
