My Hero

It was a cinnamon kiss she wore that brown shade it's there on the glass where she sipped lemonade her eyes were the sunset a bottomless blue with pale flecks of gold full of secrets she knew He was the hero who won at the games tall,undefeated and ever untamed their touch charged the ocean with Saint Elmo's Fire their kiss,such emotion could only burn higher they melded together as silver pulls gold their atoms intwining a sight to behold an innocent kiss to a bright conflagration cinnamon flames from an infatuation but today she resides in a land by the sea and he folds the laundry at home here with me forgiveness is golden and so I forgave love can't be a servant it won't be a slave she may be cinnamon she may be fine but at the end of the story the hero is mine