Red is her hair, freckled is her face, fiery is her heart
And deep pain she conceals underneath
The heart of a queen and the mind of a professor
Are wrapped in her petite frame
Quick, sharp, bruised, scarred
Who dared cut such gentle heart? Such innocence and joy?
I regret those moments lost when I could have come to know you
Gain your trust and win your heart
Laughter and loss mingled closely
For you understand it
But only through pain, only through sorrow did you understand
(Didn’t we all)
Your mind intrigues me
But now is too late, and for that I weep
I will not stoop, however, to the level of Vonnegut and the little South African
I will not shrug my shoulders in apathy and say “so it goes”
NO! That will not be the way it goes! I will fight! I will rage against these circumstances!
I will not give in. I will not fade gentle into the night. I will not accept my fate.
I will see you again, you little red-headed woman of beauty, pain and grace
I will come know you, as deep as Adam knew Eve
Share life with you in all its joy and pain
There are some things we both understand, neither needs to explain