Love is an adventure, in its truest form,
A journey without maps, where safety’s not assured at all.
Like mountain climbers, we take the leap of faith,
And risk the fall, with hearts that may be broken in the pace.
The climb is steep, the path is unsure,
Yet we ascend, with hearts that beat with more.
For in the thrill of love, we find our greatest high,
And though we may fall, our hearts will never say die.
For just as climbers rise again, despite the pain,
We too will rise, our hearts will love again.
For love’s uncharted terrain is worth the risk and strife,
For in its depths, we find our greatest treasure, our greatest life.
