The flowers shall dry The mountains may slide But one thing that won't change Is the colour of her eyes. Their the colour of the Earth Though her head is in the clouds They're denser than the Earth Though their swimming with love More swiftly than Da Vinci With more skill than Rafael Her brush waltz's across the page Art fit for a museum. She looks daintier than a flower Her world's blossoming with books Heart nicer, will stronger Than all the people in our school.
Freyja's Musings 