Days and months have passed.
Your memory has lasted.
~
The red hand of the demon blows a kiss of fire.
A kiss of life of friendship and hope.
Not full of lust or desire,
Just a kiss of life.
The ice is to be melted by sleeping beauty...
Something the red demon could never do.
But she always hoped and prayed...
That the beauty would save you.
Information lost and never really truly to be found,
It doesn't matter to anyone in truth.
But to find both their happiness...
I wish it to find depth and root.
Love was shared...
Hearts were linked.
Mistakes made...
And trust broken.
But fire loved ice...
And she knew ice loved her too.
Yet it being so long ago she was blind through and through.
Now she just remembers the good...
The bad has faded away...
And to all ice alike...
She'd just like to say:
I'm happy we had out days,
and shared our nights...
Maybe the experience can pull us through.
I'm glad we had each other.
I was always happy to have you.
But days have changed...
And love has definition written in stone...
Thanks to you...
You helped me see though.
Taut me a lesson that I'll remember.
burned into my memories,
like a hot amber.
