She's like the ocean an ancient trance not all can understand
She's the smallest thing yet too beautiful to be easily seen

She represents an object of the sun but can't be compared to it
Why compare her to sunlight and clear skies when she's rainy days and petrichor

She's not depressed but gives a radiation in a dim light accompanied by a whimsical and fantasy like smell

She's just like blue fire
She can be cold and ablaze

She's like midnight
Only the owls and cats can adore her our

We are half each other's souls as I see it
I hope she sees it too

A sunflower that's rain in it's veins
A fragrance that exceeds petrichor
Alis volat propiis- she flies with her own wings


In consiilis nostris fatum nostrum est
(In our choices lie our fate)
© Nightshade halo