The edge of the Sea and pale darkness the flow of the dress, the chair only a Queen can be placed in
Touching, feeling, tempting the water and her feet, absolutely the most beautiful and gentle and loving, capturing hearts
How could any feeling other than soft rest arise from such splendor The edge of the Sea and pale darkness the flow of the dress the chair only a Queen can be placed in
Touching, feeling, tempting the water and her feet, absolutely the most beautiful and gentle and loving
How could any feeling other than soft rest arise from such splendor with perfect rest rising from within her soul

Shining outward as a beacon of life