My hair is red. I am alive as the sun.

My heart pumps red. I am alive as fast as I run.

You make me run.



I shave my head in the morning and by midnight I find my fire burning.

The ashes bloom into a red rose.



He finds her in a garden hidden from life like a red, red rose.

Her hair smells like fire.



Like fire, we dance.

Like music, we dance.



The sun rises as red as itself.



May we love.