golden sunlight sinks into apple's
crystal cut dimples
honey bright hair
swings in pure mystic air
sterling blue iris
twinkles,
'Rennee!'
born to be a ferrie princess
and to ride the mordest royal horses.
look through the windors
to my soul
the tears in my lonely eyes
washed away all the stars
in the holly skies
cherrie rose
cherub,angel under the sun
hope we'll meat again
in heaven