Gossamer silk like spider's web
A crown of curls around your head
Fountain of youth in eyes of blue
Sparkling deeper that any ocean
Smears of rose dust on your cheeks
To ward away the rain storms
And berry kissed lips smile at me
But promise to tell no secrets.
You must be a changeling babe
a foundling from the forest.
You must be an errant spark
escaped from sudden rainbows.
You must be a four leaf clover
growing on a rocky cliff.
You must be a miracle
a sweet and precious gift.
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