𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛' 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑦,
𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦,
𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦,
𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛' 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑣𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑓  𝑎 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑦.  

𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒,
𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛' 𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛' 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛.
𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒,
𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛' 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒.  

𝐻𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟,
𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛' 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑧𝑒𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑟'𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑒,
𝐴𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒,
𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛' 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟.  

𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑛',
𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑧𝑒𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛'.
𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑑𝑦,
𝑖𝑛 𝑎 ℎ𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑦.  

𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛' 𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑎,
𝑡𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛' 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎.
𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑦𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑐𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑎,
𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑛𝑖𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑎.  

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦,
𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑦,
𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑡𝑦,
𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦,
𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦,
𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦.  

𝑆ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒𝑡𝑦,
𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑦,
𝑆ℎ𝑒'𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦,
𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑦,
𝑆ℎ𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛' 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑛𝑖𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑎,
𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛' 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑎.

Underneath the canopy where gentle breezes sway,
Forest elves flutter with elegance, a magical play.
Amidst green verdant foliage, they frolic and giggle,
The magical musical is fleeting, mere whispered riddle.

In a world where dreams and stories intertwine,
Tales spunned fantasy, recounted by mankind,
Elvish girls gowns with radiance aboudingly fair,
Among the trees, glittering sunlight in their hair.

Whispers of majestic charms spoken on the wind,
A beauty, a kind of rarity makes me tremble within,
Woods and animals hold a secret just out of sight,
Wistful hearts desire, a true nature's silent delight.

Moonbeams showers over their echoes of laughter,
Promises before the dawn of time converge ever after,
Forever serenity among animals where they lay,
As clever fairies mislead curious human away.

Legends of old remain a whisper of truth,
Only the pure ones, innocent hearts of youth,
Granted an entrance or visions fleeting glimpse,
Others succumbing under the mystical hijinks.

I
Am
Not
Okay
'Cause
They're
Going to
Find a way
To capture
Us both and i
Will have to
Run away to
A special
Setting
That is
Just a
Land
All
In
I
.

to my imaginary lover,
I wish you were here,
cuddling me,
together cozily in the warm
blankets,
with my hands in your
pockets,
so you can chase away
the iciness from my fingers.
but there's no way
that could happen, hmm?
you're just imaginary,
after all.
a figment of my
imagination.

There are no words left,
to matter a change
that's worth any positive
cause and effect
Unless action can be taken
to calming to nurture a yearning
condition.
My first lover king ever
from mine youth now shared.

A precious dream breathes
and lives at last if
only in poem form, in song
and in memory chip.

In imaginary form
Bittersweet a fire burning.
Endless true loving of the woman
who loves you most
in this whole world wide.
Mind to mind,
and as the music played
To summon my story.

Any hope left
by the edge of this this cliff,
is but a final blow.
My misfortune.

Be your happiness my own
Her joy, my joy.
~~~~~~~
By: Mr. And Mrs Andrews
(Honors to this famous English
vast land famed painting-portrait
of something missing on Mrs lap,
  One of many past karmic lives.
Being chosen for changing Earth
I finally understood my peril
and then other's dilemmas
A great fortune against,
and for me stolen .
Written with Karijinbba.