In a forest stitched with spells and light,
Where daydreams dance with stars at night,
Two souls did meet—no grand parade—
Just heartbeats heard in a starlit glade.
A unicorn with moon-white mane
Bent low to greet them in the rain.
And faeries flickered, soft and sly,
Like secrets written in the sky.
Their birthdays born a week apart,
But time could never split one heart.
An owl above with silver eyes
Declared, “You share the same sunrise.”
The sprites would giggle in the trees,
The wind would hum in harmony.
A mirrored laugh, a twin delight—
They saw in each other the truest light.
They spoke in riddles only known
To those who’ve never felt alone.
No need for masks, no games to play,
They fit in that enchanted way.
The centaur scribe wrote down their tale
On parchment made of comet’s trail,
And whispered, “Rare are bonds like these,
Born not of chance, but starry seas.”
Through mushroom rings and crystal streams,
They wandered on inside their dreams.
Two souls, one spark, one ancient thread—
A magic not from books once read.
So if you pass that fae-filled glen,
Where laughter lingers now and then,
You may just glimpse them side by side—
Two soulmates time could never hide
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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