Waltzing through Life,
Buoyant with happiness,
Bubbling over with joy.
Flurries on a winter morning,
Her song on the radio,
A crisp new flower,
A never-fading smile,
These, her definition of Perfection.
The vagabond has found a hearth to settle in.
Her meanderings have slowed down to a halt.
Her music has found a brand new crescendo.
Her life is spun with a brand new fabric now.
Now, she doesn’t want to leave.
Now, she doesn’t want you to leave.
Stay here, won’t you?
Beside me, forever?