My hair is red. I am alive as the sun.
My heart pumps red. I am alive as fast as I run.
You make me run.
I shave my head in the morning and by midnight I find my fire burning.
The ashes bloom into a red rose.
He finds her in a garden hidden from life like a red, red rose.
Her hair smells like fire.
Like fire, we dance.
Like music, we dance.
The sun rises as red as itself.
May we love.