With her eyes worried, she leaned in
"Tell me when you'll be back"
I didn't think or assemble how I felt
"An hour or an hour and half max"

I only thought of getting back to her after,
Every bone and tissue aching to be seen,
A sight only her eyes were allowed to gaze,
My precious lantern, I am yours,

The boy set on fire rushed to return,
A singular vision executed in one shot,
I wanted to, even then she was home,
Where my heart and soul were unchained,

I sit before you, legs crossed and never still,
Blooming from the ashes, I am alive and yours,
Oh how I wish to look upon you, my beloved,
How you must be yearning to hear me laugh,

Until then meet me at the field,
Where we dream fearlessly,
Where we go through it completely,
wanna be yours to you're mine.