I wonder....

Regal Angel.... 1

Her flowing blonde hair reaches down past her knees. Her deep green eyes have a sense of incomprehendable depth and from within them comes the spark of her very essence. These beautiful gems of her soul sparkle as they make contact with the light; however, it is a rare occasion that anyone gets to see them.2

She walks timidly, eyes downcast, hinting at her meek nature. But her straight back implies the confidence that pervades her, the fire you can see in her eyes and, through them, her soul. Her long legs take only small strides; she is holding herself back for some reason. Or someone. 3

Her head hangs low, but her her spirit is far from broken. Within her lies the burning flame of her heart, her soul. It burns in fury, and in pain, and it takes all of her willpower to wipe all emotion from her face. She must hide how she really feels, or what will she left to reveal to the right person or, indeed, the world? 4

And, as she observes a butterfly resting gently on a small blossom, all pain is wiped from her mind. She lifts her eyes from the ground and smiles.