Her names' called upon,
Like the crown jewelled alone,
As a symbol of potency,
A lighthouse of devoted orison,
A novel house park, a story-life,
Beacon of hope, thus a pretty shoreline.

Heart of scares,
Love patches in doves,
Yet eyes of bloom loves,
Hers is a decade of crayons,
Splashing emblem of allegiance,
Pearl dew state, too dainty to perceive,


Endless visage,
I mean ambitious gloat,
As I bid this writes into this day,
Paintin' pitches in her name letters,
Outcry of a song to a gently written heap,
On this short page her name is Blian,
A colosseum aura of a sunset closure,
She's beautiful, I smiled.