A thin veil of ice covers the face of the girl with diamonds in her eyes,
An irrepressible sparkle that, like wind blown dreams, never dies,
Yet every now and then on a warm, endangered summers day,
A blossom would drop down from a branch and, like time, trickle her way,
If she was lucky, and that day she was, the blossom would fall to the palm of her hand.

I met her once as, down Carnaby Street, i walked,
She tripped to my arms, i saved her, we talked,
We strolled the gardens of Regency Park,
I sat her beside me on a bench, we spoke until dark,
I placed her hand in mine and through the thin veil of ice she whispered 'I understand'.

Together.