He smiled,
And so did she - closing her eyes,
feeling the flutter of the leaves,
and the sound of the night.
She wished the boy with a crown of thorns had a heart of roses.
He smiled,
And so did she - closing her eyes,
feeling the flutter of the leaves,
and the sound of the night.
She wished the boy with a crown of thorns had a heart of roses.
Every night she dreamed of him. His curly hair, and his vibrantly green eyes. She could feel his hand hold hers, and his protective hugs and forehead kisses. Every morning she woke up with a smile, o...