I was in fallin in love when she was the river. Dancing with the sun, in her every small ripples - I shaw her joy. I shaw her joy, by how she reflects the ray with her liquid crystal face and figure. Singing with the birds, her every splash was a chorus. I dreamed her in that way. I dreamed, when she mirror the violets of the flowers. Painted with colours, she was the live canvus of this universe.
My fingers to calm the ripples, make me My eyes to burn the wrong, make me My feet to never tremble, make me My heart to beat for my darlings, make me My lashes to glitter with beauty, make me My whispers to tame a wolf, make me My presence to not be worth silence, make me