Her lips were as red as the roses decorated on her white garment.
Struck by her beauty and scent I followed as she ran towards the sunset above the sea.
Each step I took was a moment closer to a young Garden, where Love and Peace gets its deserved credit.
Each smile and gaze at me was a detox freeing me from the wicked old witch’s spell.
Light or darkness I could still see and feel her face and touch, thus I knew in her garden my seeds shall flourish.
How ever, I was neutral until your ever burning sensation sunk into my senses thereby, creating an energy I want, which was as pure and powerful as light.
My Love, i have been captured by your firm hold over my body and mind, leaving me seeking nothing less than freedom from the moonlight up until the sunrise.