Alone, she waited for her father to arrive His poem is what always made her
feel alive. Moments of cherish centered around
the time When he returned, to read her
favorite rhyme.
The winds grew louder, howling
through the trees To which, her cower moved her under
sheets. The storm crescendo’d turning rather
violent But still, she sat, leaving her just
silent.
Not a moment too soon, a knocking at
her door The fear, once had, won’t bother
anymore. “Sweet Emilia,” he spoke, “I fear I
took too long.” “Of course not, father. I just
waited for your song.”
Like an anniversary or a form of
jubilee Her eyes lit while smiling full of
glee. It was their custom for him to
address Her favorite story of The Girl and The
Red Dress.
The winds went silent, and the trees
grew still Like they too awaited their fill He took a seat, next to her bed Caressed her hair, and that’s when
he said,
“Long ago, was a bright young girl, With a heart so pure, as beautiful
as a pearl. For all she touched radiated with
benevolence, While the…
OK, fine, you are getting the feel of letting loose. I do believe you are one step closer to being a lyricist.
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