And when she speaks of lilies velvet to the touch of ones ear . The top of her fingers , there there is magic . Without a touch now you care for her adamantly. Don’t won’t and cannot hurt her the heavens won’t allow it . Taming all of the most fierce beast . Humbling them without a word yet to speak . She is the fairest of them all . For what is beauty without her beast . Love conquers all and all of her is so that piercing all within her sight Purifying the darkest soul , leading them to the light.
About the Creator
LAKESHIA BRIMLEY
Ask me what I believe in I’ll tell you it’s beyond eyes limit to see . Show me a rose and I’ll tell you about the hidden concrete . I am a beacon of light for the world to see . So giving you just a small description would not justify me .
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