Midnight Ramblings

Ellen

     When she smiles, the world smiles back. Trying to show her, in its own way, how beautiful she is.
     And when she dances, even the best ballet dancer has to stop and gasp at the breathless beauty she possesses.
    And this girl has secrets she holds dear. She holds them so tightly, even the gods cannot see them, though they try. But she will give herself to you in the only way she knows how. Through love.
   
    But this love is not shouted from rooftops. This love is in the stroke of a paintbrush, the grating of a pencil, and the gentle gliding of a pen.
    She tells of her love through colours, the colours she possesses of kindness, and also her caring. But the most shining thing in all of her canvas, is her neverending joy.

Look for it, my friend, in the dancing joy of her handstroke.

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So this was made for my cousin, for her birthday which isn't for another month. But I really enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoy it as well.

(P.S. her name is not Ellen. It's a name she used to call herself when we were little. I didn't want to put her real name on here, cause I don't have her permission.)