in the dresser he kept all the letters all the prizes of love gone wrong as the rain spat down the new love he found lay sleeping as he wrote this song and the blue candle burned in the small room as he stared at the form in his bed like a flower bloom she lit up the room and his life had begun again time is not such a boundary not a river that cannot be crossed and her advent into his small kingdom has cancelled the loss mutual accolades and freedom what great love can grow from respect his hands on her sides ethereal rides it was like they had never met in a small museum in a small town he found the jewels he would use for her crown the blond king and queen she would wear his ring and he would sing her songs time is not such a boundary not a river that cannot be crossed and her advent into his small kingdom has cancelled the loss but her beauty is more than her long hair or her face or her lips or her skin the royal gatekeeper to her kingdom has let him in 