She draws sweet pictures to your words,
Writes down aberrant words for your songs.
Savage,
She was born again as a white tiger.
Controversial stretching across canvas.
Her laughter is soap bubbles on the sky
and she doesn't let you go before
the dawn paints scenery with it's golden hue.
Uncontrollably life giving
breathing strong
longing, what a beautiful word
(kaipaus mikä ihana sana)
for space that gives form for
things once dreamed off.
With tickling beams of light you drew her out of shadows
after
recognising something in her
rather priceless.
She dances around like diamonds of kaleidoscope
so don't worry if the equation always
ends up different outcome,
and yet you can't quite find loyalty
like that in anywhere beyond jonathan.
Fairies burn,
fluffy ones die,
But Hope will live to eternity.

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