Lay me down on a bed of wildflowers, and do with me what you’ve been aching to . . all this time 💞
She was a passionate girl, full of life, who became crumpled up, covered in dust.
My words are tender, as the feelings expressed are that of tenderness.
My eyes are sparkling with passion, as the way I view the world is passionate.
My song is light, as I float in air, rejoining my luminous spirit.
My hair, mussy and all about, as I run through the forest, the wind soaring through me like wildfire.
My heart is mysterious, as you left me in wonder, curious, yearning to know the feeling . .