Of white,
Brilliant arching wings,
Grooving to the movement of the wind,
Black eyes beaming with gold,
Refined to heavenly perfection,
Epitome of beauty,
And then metamorphosis;
Creation within creation,
Piece by piece and feather by feather,
Increasing splendour,
A woman born of a dove,
Pink lipped and fair skinned,
Hanging brown hair,
A halo lingers around her pupil,
While the colour of iris remains fickle
Eyebrows curve in subtle excellence,
Newborn wings sprout from her shoulders,
White dress wrapped gently around her,
Coiled around her arms like the waves of a creek,
Her skin alight with radiating divinity.
Cheeks swell with joviality,
The involuntary smile,
Earth shifts and changes,
As she had once done,
Savouring the feel of her happiness,
For it was an honour to see an angel smile,
People changed their ways,
All appreciated,
For she was the most exceptional woman,
And none could compare,
To the fair glowing angel,
To the admirable pacifist who was once a dove,
Who changed for the better,
Who changed for love.
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Comments
Still my favorite!
Love you, too. You're a kickin' BFFL, eh?
Yay, then!
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OTL
...I DON'T KNOW WHAT OTL MEANS BUT I JUST OTL'D.
<3~
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Look for a PM from me in a few.. *Hugs* laters
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