Inside her heart were bluebells
A perfect form of the part-time weed
They tingle at tales she tells
And drop their seeds each time she breathes
The dew dropped leaves and petals dance
When love is offered or received
Eventually in romance
Clanging bells chime in the breeze
Every mindful step is delicate
Every playful whisper sweet
Every high pitched laugh is melting
Every mumbled song complete
Every half baked thought is loyal
Every single word compels
They said her blood was royal
Inside her heart were bluebells
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