Light Blue Flames Were Starting to Dance

Light blue flames were starting to dance. Homeland rope bridge was lost in the valley. For the first time, I sang of romance. For the first time, I don't miss loud rallying. I was like a barren garden of weeds. Once a slave to bold women and potions. No desire for boozing and reels. And forfeiting my life without choosing. All I want is to gaze upon you. To behold swirling golden-brown eyes. Not to hold dear the past nor pursue. You could not leave me for other guys. Gentle step and a graceful sway. If your strong heart held imagination. Like a rokin love in a daring way. How he knows how to yield to passion. I'd forget the pubs till the end. Let my poetry fade in the bottom. Just to tenderly touch the hand. And your hair with colors of autumn. I would follow you ever at once. Through lands familiar or lands alien. For the first time, I sang of romance. For the first time, I don't miss loud rallying. For the first time, I sang of romance. For the first time, I don't miss loud rallying. For the first time, I sang of romance. For the first time, I don't miss loud rallying.