She walks down the hallway
Determination on her face...

The most beautiful
Hazel brown Iâ??vv'eever seen...

The wind takes over me
The clouds begin to form...

Grandpa
You were so strong...

Dark brown eyes
stare at me deep...

The heat beneath my skin is moving faster;
Quickening it's pace until it approaches...

It was there this morning, the hair,
Now it is lifeless in this brush...

Curled blonde hair hangs down at her shoulders,
Like a little porcelain doll you can never look...

Roses grew upon my cheeks,
when our eyes locked in place...

Let me tell you a loving story;
a fairy tale if called as such...