In the beginning, the world spun out of control. A course through hell would see you stand at 20 on the precipice of destiny. The choice you made was harder still, but the journey would be won. As 40 creeps closer, you look to the future with bright eyes and wise lips.
Pale blue eyes and long curly red hair; a wild beauty.
Sweeter than nougat until she spoke. So sharp and wild, with intelligence to boot, he smiles. He thinks, “Did fate play a hand in this meeting?”
Perhaps he’ll know when they’re older; For now, let’s be young and wild.