Her eyes were cast from the colors of the blue faries of lost tales and her hair was made from the soft flames that forged the first poems of love
She was the the beauty of the smile of truth and the pure madness of dreams of desire
Her voice held the gift of kindness and the gentle warmth of compassion and grace
And he was a lonely word that could only love her while trapped on a page of a story to never be read
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 4:53 AM UTC
Her eyes were cast from the colors of the blue faries of lost tales and her hair was made from the soft flames that forged the first poems of love
She was the the beauty of the smile of truth and the pure madness of dreams of desire
Her voice held the gift of kindness and the gentle warmth of compassion and grace
And he was a lonely word that could only love her while trapped on a page of a story to never be read
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