Let me quote a poem, my dear friend, written by a man named Ever. A.Darling: "Sculped with every part of the most complex aspects of an actual flower itself. It lives within her. Breathes for her. Her bones are stems of the strongest of sorts; connecting together like her own skeleton. Clorophyll is her body's bloo d. Sunlight being her savior. There are no organs internally. besides those that reside within an actual flower itself. Wuth a scent of lavender that wafts off of her with such intencity; Luring those in to fall for her apparent trap. Along with hues of the sky blue that hover above the Eernal Garden. There are clouds in her irises; a river of milky satin. A halo whith a swirl of creamy white." Breathe me. Feel me. Kneel before me. I will be your sweetest dream. Your deepest fantasy. Behind my Muscari eyes lies a subtle soul, seeking your gentle words and attention.