The character really belongs to Alfred, Lord Tennyson (6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892), who got there before Colfer.
Airy Fairy Lili
Yeah, I know she's beautiful. Dark eyes, crimson lips, silvery laugh: any guy would fall for them. The way she looks at you, kind of innocent and arch, and those dimples - it sort of gives you the thrills, know what I mean? But you can't pin her down. You ask her if she loves you and she flits off, or looks through you and laughs. Sometimes that laugh gets to me; it can be really cruel, especially when I'm so passionate about her. It's times like that I don't know if I love her, or want to crush her.
Author's Note: Not one of my better efforts, but I wanted to mark the occasion.
