stepping out of the grey day she came

her red hair falling like the sky

love held them there in that moment with the whole world passing by



he could look through all of his books

and not find a line that would do

to tell of changes he could feel her make in him

just by being there



so good just to walk in the light

may the moon shine down on love every night

sometimes it seems the only things real

are what we are and what we feel