Poetry mother

I fly high about the clouds on
wherever we choose to be
the barren land becomes heaven,
Your touch is all I need
whenever we are, wherever we are

never, say you do not love me sincerely
anytime anywhere
as long as you live faithfully to me
forever, whenever, wherever
anytime, anyway, anywhere

how my days change differently
when I am with you the universe has no mystery
the reason is clear, because you are here
your love coloring my days
whenever we are, wherever we are