There is a cliff
that lovers go to...

Looking back the
signs were all there...

He drains his glass and slowly looks around.
How many more drinks till the memories drown...

Your words weave a spell upon my soul.
Enchanting my heart, making me whole...

Sunshine wishes ... melancholy dreams
Shooting stars ... shattered moonbeams...

Sun light radiates
the blonde fields...

Like
hoof prints...

Enchanting
she wears her modesty...

I feel your eyes
watching my chest...

Bratilda Brattington
has bristly braids that bend...