strawberry blonde,
evening sun,
running barefoot through the meadow.
so young and free, within the little boughs,
fearing nothing, not even her shadow.
strawberry blonde,
vanilla roses,
that’s how she smells, that is the feel.
looks like a night sky full of stars,
and lets you know when love is real.
strawberry blonde,
ocean’s song,
like a wave creeping up on the shore.
gives you every single piece of her,
yet still leaves you wanting more.
strawberry blonde,
cherry wine,
humming the melody of a drunken song.
lets you cry and scream, lay in her arms,
ever-present, always strong.
strawberry blonde,
midnight rain,
a kiss of kindness for your soul.
always lets you be yourself,
and respects you whole.