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She talks of things her eyes have never seen but her mind has imagined,
Traveled to the lands of old and fought with the armies of the north,she has been where the sun opens its eyes to the world,to where the moon kisses the earth goodbye..
She has danced for the rich kings of power and been wooed by the most chivalric of men..
She has been to the land where the wind blows off her bonnet,as she rides in a horse drawn carriage..
She's the girl who's the mother to the poor boy stealing for a living,the wife to the seaman who prays everyday for her husband to beat the tide.
She's the daughter to the village elder,gettin married off to a man she don't love,she's the sister to the samurai warrior who chose death before dishonour..
She's the queen of the land she rules yet she's the quiet maidservant brushing her mistresses hair
She's all this in the world and beyond,she's everything she can ever imagine...she can go wherever she wants,be whoever she wills..
And above all she can choose whomever she loves..for her heart is hers to give,and she may give it to whoever she chooses...
So if you're her choice...be a man about it and treat her right...because as i said,she chose you..and such choice is often an honour..

Happy Death to Dear Delphi day(my version of Valentines)

Xoxo


P.s this was written under the influence of insomnia...but yes i do get surges of extreme mushy emotion every now and then..

P.s as i just reread it and realized how lame this sounds hehe..but thats why its my blog:-)