Sometimes I walk along this lane

Never wondering what was going on

But something calls upon in the fray

Maybe fate: destiny that’s invoked by the sun

Along the lane I walked, it draws nearer

The silent voice calls firmly but gently

The image, as a silhouette, is made clearer

With each step moving forward constantly

The apple fell from the tree way too soon though

As the image slowly fades and was made unclear

The thunder struck, the bolts crashing from its bow

And I panicked, searching for a way to break my fear

Then, as if like a puff of a cloud in the sky

The cavalry arrived in the form of a light.

It carved the image better at nigh

And there she was, smiling back at my sight.

We met and exchanged our own promises

Along the lane from which I first began

She promised a happy life with her presence

I promised a bright future from the palms of our hands