In a morning of sunshine shedd through the panes of the school chamber

A juvenile heart pulsating only awaited a glimpse

An unintentional turnaround rendering the sight of the belle with watery eyes, queued hair and an exotic countenance of a hybrid,
quickened the paces toward her mystery

Emerging worries popped up for the syringing of her crystal hands with dim vessels

It was the princess of fine art blushing and rippling the heart