in the end.

There, there..

if only I could find the girl I use to be.

on the fritz

Her eyes were round and gentle like that of a simple farm kitten tumbling through the haystacks yearning to find nothing more then solace and warmth.

His desire to hold her could not outweigh his love of her creation.

You are not lost child.

listen.

The winds toys with every extremity of her being.

drops confuse her usual ordinary appearance.

Why do you refuse to accept my love for you?

Set your senses free.

Words of life.

To you.

Eloquently disguised.

Simply assorted.

For you I have bestowed a bouquet of truth.