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Red is the color of many things,

To the knife of rage to the heart of passion.

For the story of the string shall sing,

And they will be linked no matter the action.

No matter of hate, forbidden, or friendship,

They're still destined by an entitie or not.

As the stars be their courtship,

And the string shall be in a knot.

No matter the length, time, or circumstance

The two shall meet, love, or influence.

And their journey shall be a dance,

And it shall be one of congruence.

No matter the end, no matter the person,

Their destiny is intertwined by a string.

For the string is certain

That their love will spread like wings.

The heat of the spring sun

Melts as the children run

Flowers bloom in the warm, golden glow

As people grow.

The soft wind blows passes the pleasant brown locks

As the feet runs over the hard rocks

The little blades of grass passes my knees whilst the cold water splashes on my feet.

Spring air fades away

And the summer sun begins to play

Friends laugh and cry

And the lovers say goodbye.

Spring can pass like a memory

But change is a treasury

So summer sun show your rays

And I'll wait for May.