The Golden Lighter
I met her in a small Spanish coastal town
she was a gipsy and barefoot in the dust
a flowering skirt and laughter.
I was 18 years old and knew with certainty
this was the love I had been looking for
dark eyes and lips slightly apart I could see
her perfect teeth, yes, she loved me too.
She might have been Juliet, but I was no
Romeo, her father, came took my lighter and
told me to stay away from his daughter.
This was the moment when I should be strong
and fight to get my lighter back or the girl.
went back onboard and pretended I had lost it.
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