I remember when I was the wind
And blew away your dandelion dress
The sun laughed at your angel wings
And I touched your brown curly tress
That was pure happiness, I guess.
Freckle flowers blossomed on your face
And I tasted your strawberry tounge
In your embrace I found the perfect place
Between ease and adulthood we swung
And heaven was on the next rung.
Everything was ours
Our fragile minds were in trance I told her how I love her
In God's orchard we danced Barefoot between the flowers.