Riverfront path, lined with trees The Temple, fresh flowers and incense Peculiar the fragrance Sound of Incantations and ringing bells From a different time Distant, yet so closely familiar The memory of this place
Her hair red like soil And eyes green like springs clover Skin sun-kissed and dotted like stars in the night sky And man oh man Her imagination was endless And words constantly dripping from her tongue Her smile never fading She talked to the trees and the flowers She was lonely and they were her company I am in love with every last bit of her The way she sniffed the air To smell all the beautiful smells of the crisp cold breeze of fall The way she nibbles at chocolate and sips tea when she studies She's clever and bright Her mind is worth its weight in gold And there aren't enough words to describe The comfort I feel when she graces me with her presence