I met her in the forest and found her blood was green,
Her eyes always speaking, her voice seldom heard.
I crowned her like a tree and made her my queen.
I met her in the forest, her hair a golden vine,
Her smile rays of light, her laugh rustling leaves,
We blended like the dirt and she told me she was mine.
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I really like the part about "we blended like the dirt." Nice imagery.
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