Her face held the beauty of a fairy tale untold
and her eyes contained the lost secrets of magic and wonder
and the last colors of dragons fire
tinted the strands of her hair
She walked with the softness of a dream in deep slumber
and was often found mending broken butterfly wings
and saving the lives of bees that had lost their sting
The red blood of life first flowed through her lips
and within their first kiss time was sent into motion
with a tick and a tock
and seconds gave birth to minutes
that grew into hours
and hours changed night to day and day to night
She would whisper bed time stories to stars yet to be born
and more times than not it was often fables
of love and heartache and tragedy
but her words were always kind and gentle and sweet
and in the end no matter how broken the tale may have been
or the number of tears she had shed
the last thing she spoke
and the words at the end
were always overflowing
with beauty and hope