my imgination running wild
seeing her my pink lady
her hair red as the sun
but the face I cannot place
I cannot see her face
she tells me she bought lace
again my imagination runs through the fields
seeing her lying on a bed wearing
the pink velvety lace
my heart throbbing with each thought
but yet still I cannot see her face
her face is hidden to me
like the sun to the dark
but maybe today an eclipse
the sun will see the dark
and I shall see her face