One of my favorite love stories, is one told to me by my lover

Once upon a time, before he moved to the city with lights

When he studied under stars and candlelight

He loved a girl with a pure heart

Lying on my bed, he shared with me his journey

Every night in the darkness

Over rocks, mud and potholes

To see the girl with a pure heart

Though he brought her sweets, presents and altruistic kisses

As well as a good part of his dogged devotion

The bricks and metal of her walls remained impervious to his charm

But my lover, he’s from the East, he stays true

Big heart, unyielding determination

Night in, night out

He sat patiently on one side of a gate

For the chance to lock fingers with the girl with a pure heart