You are the flutter of an angel's wings.
You are the dew on a rose's lips.
You are the snow your heart is clothed in.
You are the fire your soul worships.
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The Lady In White, To
You are the flutter of an angel's wings.
You are the dew on a rose's lips.
You are the snow your heart is clothed in.
You are the fire your soul worships.
You are a tempest of vicious pain.
You are a lover's gossamer kiss.
You are the butterfly's amorous serenade.
You are the serpent's alluring hiss.
You are the faltering step of a child.
You are the word from a mother's tongue.
You are a million dreams unfulfilled.
You are a thousand hymns unsung.
You are the handsome herald of dawn.
You are the nascent coming of night.
You are the colours in a rainbow.
You are the lady dressed in white.