Poetic words often don't make much sense. Especially when you're talking about love.
I've had a theory. That when you write that you want to sail across the seven seas, climb to the highest mountain, journey to the seven wonders of the world with that eighth wonder, ie, your sweetheart, you're not really telling him/her that you love him/her: you're setting a great agenda as his/her chief physical coach. And, no, I don't mean chief physical coach in any cheesy sense of the term.
Just a theory.
But of course, there are exceptions. And when you end up spouting poetry yourself, about how you will battle all the obstacles in the world, and stay true till as long your heart beats, that there may be two hearts in two different parts of the world but they always listen to the song of each other, and yadayadayada... you realize that you're a rather hypocritical little theory maker.
;-)
Theories, like rules, are meant to be broken.
