You are the kind of magic that surpasses the limits of any conceivable reality
Tell us a story of gods and maidens
born from an Eden in times of Old.
Give us a glimpse of their peaceful havens
guarded by columns of stone and gold.
Where did she come from, such silent lady?
Is she the empress of ancient lands?
How could she find us without being ready,
feeding us kindness with her own hands?
Look at her closely, should you find moment
and then be taken out of this life.
She will relieve you from any torment
while her soft whisper drives you to fly.
Her lips are sculptured in pure perfection
keeping each breath of the sweetest scent.
Her name is solid, a small reflection
but reaches to where the sky has bent.
Show us the meaning of being protected
kept by the warmth of her gentle arms.
Even the past times are being neglected
taking the present as silvered stars.
All is so perfect and full of glory.
Nothing can harm us or bring us pain.
Every new second portrays a story
that reaches Heaven over again.
We did not think she would have such power
as to discover light in the dark.
One single step brings a field of flowers
Each of her heartbeats are color sparks.
Now, let her hold you, fill you with valor.
Let death be silenced; breathe life instead.
May her world be an entire manor
where both the sky and the land have met.
For you, whose arms are a shelter for a wandering wolf
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