What are you? From where do your lustrous colors come? From what celestial source does you light glisten? From which sea do you sail, with satin petals on your skin and soft ivy in your velveteen hair? Did you know?
When you arose fron silver ashes, draped in the golden splendour of ancient Egyptian Pharohs, Greek Gods and Amazonian Queens, did you know? When you soared with vocative passion into a world of glacial blue oceans from your purple spiced veils and crimson beaded lamps? When you flew from the whiskered smoke of yesterland and took your place with silver poakock feathers and violet diamond eyes? When you escaped the muted gray dawn to emerge with crushed pearls on your skin and forget-me-nots in your glorious hair? Did you know?
Why? Why did you leave your solacing world of entrancing mist and delicate fireflies, to enter a world of quiet nights and bitter cold? To find him? Did you know? You, with your tender lips of myrtle, your eastern breeze which neither settles nor follows? When you took him to dance, in and out of sweet spider webs and rippling brooks, through forests of lilacs and lavender and opulent skies, across plateaus of burgundy wine, over towers of spindly rose thorns; when you led him, cloaked in exquisite Samurai robes, with music on your skin and starlight in your scented hair...did you know?
Don't play the fool. Did you know that I was waiting, with simple laughter on my skin and autumn leaves in my hair? Did you know you were better? Did you know you would win?
Congratulations.
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