Red flame hair
You hold her hand
Green faced creature of jealousy.
Crystal clear lake
A poet stares into
Looking for the beautiful words
The image that will convey her thoughts.
I am the poet
I skim a stone
It ripples, ripples,
She’s different, I can be different
She’s interesting, I can be interesting,
She’s beautiful, I can be beautiful
She has flaming red hair, I can have red hair.
The rock falls, falls, slowly
Inbetween the green tangled growth
It hits the bottom,
I control my face
You walk in front of me, hand in hand
You’re miles away
And I can still see red flame hair.