The painting I did of you on the beach was the first night before the day ended
that I pictured you being here with me just like in a Barbie movie of the swan lake fairy
but then became a butterfly of roses
and held the heart of her dreams in an amulet with her.
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Two hearts become crystal, Two hearts become love, Two hearts become a dream
FantasyThe fire became the one last anecdote that could be the key to her beating heart It was all that she had to ever be the one Who wanted to always be with me And all that matters when her first love Started coming on her footsteps.
