Do you ever want to talk to someone but
1) You feel like you’re bothering them or coming off clingy
2) You don’t have anything to...
The Millers’ daughter was often sought for
her passionate stare and russet-red hair.
A beautiful girl who could love the world,
with her heart as open as the ocean.
Oh, young Demeter, how sweet to see her:
A gilded goddess of acting prowess!
And beneath her smile, true beauty beguiles,
as weary words of hope are gently spurred.
The Spring-time muse who is often confused
for the setting sun or the rising moon.
Her voice as pure as softly chirping birds;
with eyes like sunrise, she breathes butterflies.