[Intro]
In the chill of the northern wind,
Where the sky kisses the sea,
A tale of color and ink begins,
Of a wild heart, and she's free.
[Verse 1]
She is the song in the valleys low,
A dance in the shadows of mountains grand,
Like whispers of Odin, soft and slow,
With tattoos of life drawn from her hand.
No race she fears to run,
Thru the sagas, the young and old,
My Jillian, she's a mythical one,
A creative spirit of gold.
[Pre-Chorus]
She paints her dreams in hues so rare,
With every brush, she finds a way,
From chaos, she molds a world she shares,
In the tapestry of night and day.
[Chorus]
My Jill, my tempest, my fierce delight,
A Tasmanian devil in the starlight bright,
Through storms and whispers, she draws my soul,
In the echoes of an eternal bowl,
She's my Jillian Nadine, the art of my heart,
In this sacred dance, we'll never part.
[Verse 2]
Where the fjords meet the horizon's line,
Her laughter is a thunderous brushstroke,
Resilient, she blooms like the wild vine,
Each story weaves a song bespoke.
In the halls of Valhalla, they raise a toast,
To the beauty that rebels against the norm,
A divine chaos that I love the most,
In this tempest, she is the calm of my storm.
[Bridge]
Underneath the stars, where legends let go,
She teaches me how to see,
That art is in the scars and the shadows we sow,
Every flaw is a mark of the wild and the free.
[Chorus]
My Jill, my tempest, my fierce delight,
A Tasmanian devil in the starlight bright,
Through storms and whispers, she draws my soul,
In the echoes of an eternal bowl,
She's my Jillian Nadine, the art of my heart,
In this sacred dance, we'll never part.
[Outro]
So here's to my muse, my breath and my fight,
An eternal saga etched in the night,
In this world of chaos, she's my only clue,
Jillian Nadine, forever true, forever I will love you, forever I can't stand you...
