The King of the Hills

For once I am king,
the king of the hills,
roaming the land,
while knowing she's mine.

In the valley it roams -
the fearful of beasts -
I hold her tightly;
a part of myself.

Time never ends
in this kingdom of mine,
yet nothing slips by -
there's nothing to hide.

For once I am king,
the king of the hills;
I hold you tightly
kissing your lips.