Connections.

There stood a petite, modest cottage, 

Up the grassy, wide hill. 

This was where it began, the voyage.

When we came across the windmill. 

The sweet, summer breeze, how nostalgic.

I can still remember. 

Your enchanting, emerald green eyes were magic,

Your beautiful red hair carried by the wind.

Do you still recall the moment,

When we shared our optimism and sorrow?

The soft sunlight would kiss our skin,

Or as we danced under the crying clouds?

A bond. 

An unforgettable connection. 

A bridge that connects Heaven and Hell. 

Even with you in a long, deep slumber,

Our bond can never be broken, as I can tell.