There was witchcraft flowing freely from the curves of her hips and the poison and cure of love dancing within the brown colored honey of her eyes and her eyelashes reached out through eternity and back and there was something far beyond beautiful in the gentle grace of her lips that he could feel hiding just under her picture perfect porcelain skin and he wanted to love her and read the poetry tattooed over her heart and swim through the seas of her soul and catch all the stars she had given a wish and maybe he could if he knew the way out of this dream and to Oceans End where she would tell him how she came to be known as the girl who had starfish eyes