He was the moonlight reflecting on her fair skin,
The sunshine playing with her golden hair.
A sweet lullaby she slept to.
And the romantic song she twirled to.
His thoughts tickled; like a strand of hair on her face.
His words whispered; like Radiance on her skin.
He was the red on her cheek.
The echo in her head.
He loved her, like poets loved the words;
With passion, with pain
And kissed her, like clouds kiss the mountains;
gently, overwhelmingly.
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When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her back into what she always had been~But she had wings.
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Ask her what she craved and she'd get a little frantic about things like books, the woods, music. Plants and the Seasons. Also Freedom.
Rest your head upon my pillow, It's been a long day. The sun will rise again tomorrow, lightening up the way~Long Day's Lullaby
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