Red-haired beauty

Hair as red as a rose.

Blown by the wind as it flows.

Beauty like no other that always glows.

Who is she? Only I know.

The window isn’t always open.

There are stories no longer spoken.

Sealed box of Pandora, I’m willing to reopen.

As the boundaries placed, I want to be broken.

Let’s get back what it used to be.

You’re the person I want to see.

But the chains no longer set us free.

Now, it’s only you who holds the key.