demure

When I wrote this, I thought of a very special Elven princess. You know who you are <3

                                                                        

                                                   demure

Her eyes are the softest of browns,

 laughing and sparkling in delight.

 they hold promise and patience,

 old books and lessons learnt,

 forgiven mistakes and fond memories.

 her hands are delicate and graceful,

 they hold words and dedication,

 strength and humility,

 wings of hope snake around her wrists,

 her faith in humanity; eternal.

 her feet dance across the room,

 her ankles wrapped in gossamer threads.

 swift and agile,

 tapping to the rhythm of her heart,

 she is: daisies and sunflowers,

 horses and wild strawberries,

 sunsets and tea,

 braided crowns and leather boots,

 cinnamon rolls and steamed apples,

 magic and stardust. 

A/N: This was an experiment. Any comments on this?