Lost in the shadows.
Dark as night...

A friendship blossoms into something more.
Sisters not by blood but by heart...

Little porcelain doll,
With skin as smooth as ivory silk...

Moments pass like fleeting specks,
Producing memories so picturesque...

The dead of winter takes the life of spring.
No more flowers blooming beneath the sun...

Walls built of emotional bricks,
Slowly start closing in...

I give.
You take...

Your eyes hold mine in waiting.
Revealing yourself to me...

A puppet master with strings made of words,
You put on the greatest show of them all...

First meeting, within an instant
You have me, I'm yours...

You leave me breathless with only a smile.
My skin tingles as your eyes find mine...

A blank canvas lies within my inner being.
Untouched, not a single drop of ink is seen...