The unique love story. The one and only. The magical one.
Finding each other in the darkness, filling every edge with the brightest light. The demons are gone.
One savior and one warrior. Fighting for their love. But their story is unknown.
Their hearts are made of gold.
The warrior had 2 times a little spark in the stomach. And both of them saw the light.
They were learning from the golden hearts.
The golden hearts who were never growing old.
The warrior waited all night for the savior to come home.
Hoping that the lipstick she left on his face, stays red like the roses she laid on his grave.
The warrior continued the fight for the sparks.
Keeping the savior in their warm hearts made of gold.
Now I’m thinking what would’ve been if you were here. But I feel you next to me.