as he moves to the boards, he pauses for a moment, his fingertips linger on her words, pressing along the curves of the letters with a light smile, moving to pen a reply.
Innocent, eh? Innocent is somethin' some one has to be I figure, everyone is innocent in life at one time or another you figure, I'm caged, tamed by society, some times I hate it, other times, It has to be, but other times it is a blessin' in disguise, truely though my freedom is infinite with you. Trapped or both nay, Just responcibility, of somethin' very much so I cherish, takin' care of my rose, givin' her my undivided attention, makin' sure she smiles some, I think when we meet, this time I'll come to you, and we will do what ever 'tis you wish to do.