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Loving you wasn't a faucet I could turn on and off

It was a wave that overtook me and crashed me upon the reef

Find what you love,  and let it kill you

My favorite color, it speaks volumes and stories, it has no set or specific emotion. I’ll name my daughter for this color, a gorgeous hue that will bring power to her life.

Dreams of Aster fields, soft curls falling over her icy eyes while she bends to touch every petal. Enchanted flowers surround her, filling her being with patience and love.

Dreams of fingers lacing together with the hanging vines of Wisteria, elegantly draped from gated entries to gardens, whispering spells of longevity and health to the small girl.

Dreams of Ophelia, she’ll devote herself to kin and to familial love. Fidelity knowing no bounds and offering hope to the unfaithful.

Dreams of Violets, the rage, the violence, and anger that will flow into her and give her the strength to stand up and fight for everything she knows to be right and to bring ruin to all that is wrong.