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Fluttering within my clasped hands, I fear her wings may break; Wings of violet and ruby, a beauty he did make. A moment more I steal to gase upon her delicate splendor, soaking in her features so that I will remember. With trepidation I release
Violet is her. Violet is the erratic beating of your love-sick heart. Violet is your mind un focusing as it wanders aimlessly towards thoughts of her. Violet is the knowing smile she gives you as you approach her shyly.