She found shelter for her desires. All the storms just felt so wrong.
I felt the need to hold her close. But my will was not that strong.
There were legends by the lighthouse. In the shadows they would play.
They found her there upon the rocks; all desires faded grey.
No smiling for the camera. No joy, no pearly whites.
We let her go and carried on. In the wind they flew our kites.
There are wonders and there’s whispers. The words fade in the storm.
In this world that holds her secrets. There is love both cold and warm.