The Golden Lighter

The Golden Lighter I met her in a small Spanish coastal town she was a gipsy and barefoot in the dust a flowering skirt and laughter. I was 18 years old and knew with certainty this was the love I had been looking for dark eyes and lips slightly apart I could see her perfect teeth, yes, she loved me too. She might have been Juliet, but I was no Romeo, her father, came took my lighter and told me to stay away from his daughter. This was the moment when I should be strong and fight to get my lighter back or the girl. went back onboard and pretended I had lost it.