candles light up her room
it smells like herbs
and flowers

fall is her favorite season
she enjoys the rain
while dancing trough the woods
barefooted

she's one with nature and the sun
but in love with the moon

Her eyes were windows to her soul,
Aching sight of lovelinesses
Could see.

Realties were her black eyes,
Shaped only to look fascinating
And cold.

You, a surprise
In my life of lies
You, the difference
To give me some balance

You, a lot of words
Some pictures
and adventures
You, a dream
Blurry,  catchy

You, my surprise