There she was, like beautiful December. The shimmering sun gleamed across her skin on a hot July day, while her blue eyes stared at him and her soul did say. "I love you more than the sycamore, More than life, more than death, I love you more than I love myself and thats a threat." She grabbed him by the hand and led him toward a mansion on shore. They laughed, they giggled, playing pretend, As if they were young kids once again.
It was then that...