flowers grow around her feet,
when she walks on cobbled streets.
a dainty ivory countenance,
and delicate pale hands.
not a single black stain on her,
except straight ebony hair.
her laughter resonates like chimes,
she smells of old books and pines.
rosy lips sip lemon tea,
dark eyes as clear as light seas.
deft fingers write with stardust,
a sweetie pie with a perfect crust.
besides a writer, she's an artist too;
a musician, a joker; what else can she do?
a lover of animals and raindrops,
finds happiness in a plant ***.
made of sun rays in the days,
stars and moonlight at nights.
adores the winds and skies;
she makes gray hellos into colorful goodbyes.
...
the little fairy, made to wear flower crowns
the nature's princess, that's what she is
if i wrote what i love about her
it'd be a never-ending list