Solitary, dreary, hollow...
Then I chanced upon her way --
Way of Spring, May's ray to follow,
And thus, touched by subtle firmness
Of a face angelic-youthful,
Lost myself to waves of warmness,
Drunk with magic fancied truthful...
Lovely lips to utter mildness,
Eyes of pearly beaming love,
Tresses of unruly kindness,
Skin of goddess rared dove...
-- Silver Rajah of Sophiastan
It's a WIP now, I hope you don't mind my using your picture.
I will post the link to you when I complete the drawing. Thank you!