she was so young and so afraid of a world she could not understand for seven days I held her close like a child in the palm of my hand
the strands of wisdom twist and curl soft flame in the warmth of my heart oh essential words that lightly fall like snow thru the mist of her thought the gentle rain of innocence that flows from her ebony eyes another secret moment shared to be part of the rest of our lives
we are the only ones who know her soul she showed it to me
the dawning of the seventh day saw her shine like the radiant skies I knew that she would leave me then bright hope in her ebony eyes (and now) I watch her dance before the world soft flame in the movements she makes and all those secret moments shared stay warm in my thoughts everyday