Might there be a pixie dear, who lives amongst the flowers near. A sprite with but one thought in mind, to uplift that bloom so all will find the beauty in the garden fair. Oh thank you pixie, for being there!
Wrap your heart in the gossamer wings of the songs of love an Angel sings and let it soar! Let the magical wind lift your petition of hope to the ears of the stars that you so fervently wish upon. Then believe that the good faeries of fortune shall play their part in manifesting the desires of your open heart!