To the rainwashed man,
no sun nor daylight came,
but Scarlet appeared
in red lips and red locks.

An angel in the fire
with heaven in her eyes,
an ethereal sight
that made him alive.

And she became his.
His gold sunlit dancer,
the fire in his *****,
the every ache of his heart

For what’s there in a name,
A line that has been immortal
Since long before the age of cheap *** and roadside motels,
Still stands true
In the age of golden whiskey
And sunset kisses, a little too risky.

For a name can make scars bleed
Open up wounds which had long been sealed.
A hit to the heart can prove fatal
Just like the story about Romeo that’s now a fable.
So what name is it, in the story of your life
That made you drink enough to forget your own for a while?

Her sun lit strands of gold streamed fluently down her body,
Her sharp crystallized eyes were engulfed in sadness, for she had nobody,
Her moonlight skin, dotted with the stars,
Brushed my rugged wounded face, capturing my heart.
She seemed to have a hard time standing,
For her heart and soul had never had a landing,
The damp clouds, reaching higher than the both of us,
Trickled the angel's tears, and darkening some of our trust,
She gracefully tip-toed with her delicate feet over the hard cold streets,
Dancing with a certain beauty, she spoke the words, "I love he"
My heart raced and spun, never having another one to hold and to love,
To kiss and to save, she was my new glistening wave,
The oceans weren't vast enough to hold our fast and moving hearts,
I knew right there and then, I would never let go of her, never would we part again.