“I’d die by your hands,” she sang,
She sung that song,
She strummed that song,
She was what I longed,
    for,

With you I’d be the sun,
I’d be the warm spring air,
I’d play with your hair,
And we’d share,
    kisses,

I like to color souls,
I paint them a shade,
I see if they stay,
I see if they made,
    progress,

But you are a river,
Constantly flowing,
Constantly showing,
Constantly going,
    further.

-July 8th 2013