I’m getting near. This huge ball of gas. A gentle giant. Huge storms on her surface. I’m getting lower. Her stormwinds trying to rip my ship in to pieces, but she protects me. Her gentle breath keeps me together while I splash down. Floating in the ocean I can see a parade of beauty going past me.
All of a sudden I’m alone again.
I stand up and hold her hand. Looking forward to the future I raise my hand. We start kissing annd the long shadows of the setting sun play on our bodies.
I have been far, but now I’m back here. I hold your hand and will never let go.