Boy meets girl, flowers decorate her wrist.
Shroud of pink, all heart painted lips.
He smiles wide and stares into blue.
Little did they know it was the beginning of something new.
The night ends without falter.
He returns the gypsy’s daughter.
Memories fill the room, eyes begin to close.
Will they see each other again, who would know?
Slowly he turns and walks away.
Nothing left to say.
Leaves her there
With fire in her hair.
Four years pass.
Oh how time travels so fast.
He serves his people well.
His turn to escape hell.
Destiny proves its worth, love finds its home.
Life’s not meant to be lived all alone.
Lightning strikes twice, he’s weathered the storm.
He finds what he’s never had before.
Patiently waiting, doors open for her.
Content in his heart, has not the words.
All eyes on her, repose fills the air.
Falling in love with fire in her hair.
And so the story goes,
The wedding bells sing.
His soul is her castle
And she is the queen.
Gently presses all heart painted lips
And over and over for love, he trips.
Hand in hand, waves crash to the shore.
Friendship is the boat and love is the oar.
Sand under their feet, without a care.
Boy falls in love with fire in her hair…
Fire in her hair…..
