Let me tell you something,
Let me narrate you this story,
Let me explain everything to you.
Once upon a time and all that,
There was someone, short and bold,
A simple person started all of this.
This person was like the sun and the moon,
Two parts of the same coin,
One part hidden, the other smiling.
They were like a calm lake,
Like a rushing torrent and like a quick river,
Everything and all at one.
Songs are easy on their lips,
And trouble is in love with them,
Can't spent a week without drama.
Soothing hands and calming words,
They have a brave attitude,
They are still fragile beneath.
Let me tell you this story,
About this lion of a person,
About love and life and everything in between.
It started with birth and hardships,
Complicated mind, hard to follow paths,
It all started right there.
Our lion grew, hardening under every attack,
They stayed up and kept going,
What else could they do.
And one day, they met someone,
One day, there was a boy,
That's the start of our story.
That boy was mysterious,
Smiling and joking, seemingly open,
Emotions and secrets close to his chest.
The first meeting is quickly forgotten,
The next is awkward like silent music,
Then, it kept going and growing.
The real thing is during the next summer,
Tomato plants and late night talks,
Friendship bloomed like plants under the sun.
Two for two against the whole world,
Autumn came, leaves falling slowly,
And the boy fell for our lion.
Didn't say anything for years,
The boy hid this away far far away,
Until he forgot about it too.
Love stories arrived,
Ending before starting,
Starting knowing it would end.
The two stayed close,
Growing closer and closer,
Tears were now shared at night.
They were like waves,
One step backward, one step forward,
But they came back every time.
One day, I love you was muttered,
It never stopped being said,
They kept on loving and living.
One day, our lion found a mate,
The boy smiled sadly and nodded,
The mate didn't stayed.
Our lion was crushed, lost,
The boy felt the anger of the sky,
They kept going, like life before them.
The boy took a pen and wrote,
He wrote and wrote until his wrist hurt,
A book was created out of love.
They love each other,
Our lion doesn't think they're enough,
The boy says it's bullshit.
The boy wants our lion to know,
They're enough, they're not perfect,
But they're everything for the boy.
Our lion is fireworks and dandelions and stars,
They're kind and bold and brave,
And maybe a little bit broken.
But the boy loves them,
He loves every scratches and bruises,
Every bumps and complications.
He loves them,
More than he loves anyone,
More than he can explain.
Our lion is full with regrets and mistakes,
The boy saw that, saw everything,
And loved them even more.
This story is just that,
Once upon a time, there was someone,
And that someone was loved.
The story is not over yet,
There are still bumps and hard to follow paths,
But it'll be a marvelous adventure.
