sintra
Its where wed hide
On the coastal line
Between mounts high
And tides low
The caves a glow with fireflies
Sparkling like galaxies
Like the goldstone of mine
And the clear blue sea matching the sky
Just like your eyes
The gold sands and red and grey rocks
Building hard and strong like the castle of the moors
My palace isn’t pink or yellow
But tanned arms of yours
The trees hiding much more
Then just a view
It would hide us two.
If I could have saved you
Here wed hide,
If only I knew how
To save your fragile mind.
