Hanayaka.
Hana.
Hana is a flower, and that's what she is to me. She has every bit of painful elegance that a rose does yet every bit of naïve wonder that a daisy does, yet I still think that's she'd make a better lily. They're both elegant and fun, they're not painful but endearing an odd sort of way. Her eyes are the color of the sky, and hr hair the sun that I bask in, yet I have to stop and think for a moment- what do we have in common, nothing she is beautiful and bright like the day and I'm dark and lonely like the night. Yet what is one without the other. Incomplete. What is a flower with out a stem? Falling apart. What is a mother without a father? Lonely. As long as she holds my heart she shall be none of these, for she plays on my heart strings and music for the gods. My Hanayaka. My Ino.
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Wow- I don't know what this is or where it came from, but it's cool! R&R kindly please, I've never seen Sai so cut me some slack too…