Fairys hope

She is the treasure

Perfectly matching his heart

Crafted in silvery dew

Fairys  princess is she

 

She wears his love on her sleeve

The minute he is by her side , she calls her given name

Each pons' butterfly gate will open to there home

Soft breathe they shall hop amoung the heather all grown

 

Celtic meadoews share the magical retreat

All the fairys come to greet

Sprites , leperchans, darligees alone

Ecah perwinle butterflys come home

Reviews

[LilyGrace]

I like this... Watch out for spelling/grammar mistakes.. Clean those up and this will be lovely! Lovely imagery. Good write.
LGD

[DeAn]

seems you have a great writing ability with the fantasy style. gotta add you as I love that style and do so love to read it often.

great job.

l8r g8r
-Tao