Cherry Bomb

She had hair brighter than any fire I’d seen.
Lips as luscious and red as a cherry flavoured lollipop.

And the moment I locked eyes with her,
I fell under her spell.

I only knew her for ten days, and ten nights.
The most wonderful ten days and nights of my life before she disappeared forever.

But she would always be mine.
My cherry bomb.

My Rosalie.