Lilieinlove -

When night falls and the stars spill silver across the meadow, Lilie folds her thoughts like a paper crane, Sending them fluttering to his dreaming heart. He answers with a moonbeam, gentle as a lullaby.

She finds him—himself, reflected in the pond’s glass, A ripple of amber light that catches her eye. He is the wind that lifts the petals, The hush between the songbirds’ trill. lilieinlove

In a garden where sunrise lingers on the dew, Lilie walks among the trembling leaves, Her steps a soft whisper against the earth, Each breath a promise, each glance a secret. When night falls and the stars spill silver