To willow

This is hazel

Find me down at the garden path,

Where we first met heart by heart,

In the rain and storm that blew off my garden wall of fear,

Where you shared your secrets and we shed tears,

Where you lit up my candle heart,

Where I watched life fall apart,

The night I first met you,

I read stories very clear beginning lonely ; middle mild and ending with a shining prince,

Your words the night you emptied you container heart onto my lips,

Tore the last page out of my book,

Then rewrote it with a kiss,

But my simple story fixed,

With the swapping of a princess for a prince.