From her face of white
From center of her life, like her name
Running from the darkest night
Hope she gives, such a delight
From her spirit of pink she got
Full of romance, 'round her beauty that she gives
Giving all the beauty, only bloom when it's hot
Hope she gives, on spot
From her lunacy that she gives
Full of madness if you take, the golden apple her hands hold
through the darkness hope she sees
Hope, yes hope she gives
~Jamous
8 October 2014
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