Slowly the beautiful maiden wakes

Fearing what she might find

By the dying embers

And the post-storm star sky

When warm arms wrap around her

Bringing her closer

Bringing a gasp from her lips

Bringing a song to her heart

Her so called cursed love kisses her neck

And smiles the first true smile the maiden has seen

As warm bodies move closer together

To rejoin in a kiss

Or maybe passion

A experienced finger flickes towards the ceiling

Filling it with light

The light of a hundred fireflys

Or hundred years of love

Bringing playful laughter

And then that saught kiss