Met her at Laguna, sun setting slow,
Fourth of July, hearts ready to glow.
She was pushing a stroller up a steep, sandy climb,
I was dared a dollar just to steal her time.
Didn’t know then I’d fall that deep,
Didn’t know her smile would crawl in my sleep.
But I got her number, and she got my flame —
And the world hasn’t looked the same.
We laughed.
We fought.
We built,
Then broke.
But there was one day…
That felt like a prayer I never spoke.
She stood in a sun dress, over scarlet red,
Like a thousand galaxies lit up her head.
She sniffed the flowers, smiled like a song,
And for one still second — nothing felt wrong.
I took a photo, but it burned through the frame,
That day I knew… she really loved me —
She wasn’t just my wife…
She was Lorraine.
Rosas de fuego, perfume en el sol,
Brillaba su risa, sin culpa, sin rol.
Sus ojos decían lo que el alma negó,
Un momento perfecto… que el tiempo borró.
That day was quiet — no yelling, no fight,
Just her and the flowers bathed in light.
Her brunette hair, the way it fell,
She looked like something heaven would sell.
I’d seen her cold, I’d seen her cruel,
But not that day — not her breaking rules.
No lies. No mask. No rage. No pain.
Just that damn smile,
and a glimpse of Lorraine.
She stood in a sun dress, over scarlet red,
Like a thousand galaxies lit up her head.
She sniffed the flowers, smiled like a song,
And for one still second — nothing felt wrong.
I took a photo, but it burned through the frame,
That day I knew… she really loved me —
She wasn’t just my past…
She was Lorraine.
Rosas de fuego, perfume en el sol,
Brillaba su risa, sin culpa, sin rol.
Sus ojos decían lo que el alma negó,
Un momento perfecto… que el tiempo borró.
Not every storm erases the sky.
Not every goodbye kills the why.
That day —
She was light.
She was love.
She was mine.
Scarlet roses and Laguna skies,
A sun dress soft as lullabies.
I saw the truth in her, clear and plain —
Even if it never came again.
I took a photo, but it never could frame,
The depth of that moment,
The burn of her name…
She wasn’t just my wife.
She was Lorraine.
Mario_Maldonado
