Lavender Blue Lyric Novels & Stories

Blue for the bright blue sky, blue for the ancient Virgin Queen Mary, blue for the Moon goddess, blue for the clear crisp waters of rebirth, blue for a new glorious beginning. She smiled, her gaze flitting all over his face. He was beautiful and he was hers, her soon to be husband. Her smile widened. "You can ogle him later. Raphaela, concentrate." Antonio communicated to her through the mind link, seeming amused. Her smile disappeared and she straightened, clearing her throat. Lorenzo glanced slightly at her.

Such as soft floral notes of fresh cut flowers like jasmine and lily, mimicking the typical sensations of butterflies that people get when they first crush on another. I also added a touch of lavender. This melds well with the colder scents like vanilla and white gardenia, since new love is fresh and alluring, and wakes you with a jolt of passion to chase it blindly. There are also a few aquatic notes combined to match the blueish hue of the Blue Moon Flower, that can be interpreted as the dark depths of the sea, sparkling with magic and mystery. Finally, I included a subtle hint of woody spices that creates a tiny splash of bitterness that comes through at the end. Representing the understa

My ears drooped slightly, disappointed she’d ended the sweet serenade. “Oh, God,” Lilac whispered, covering her mouth, mortified. “I—I didn’t realize I was singing out loud. I’m sorry.” Makayla smiled gently, her voice warm and reassuring. “Don’t stop. You have a beautiful voice.” Lilac glanced shyly down, a hesitant smile returning. “I just...really love this song.” “Me too,” Makayla murmured warmly, shifting closer beneath the blanket. “It’s called ‘Moonlight Glow.’ The lead singer, Landon Bryant, is my mom’s cousin. I grew up hearing it.”

Marian had spun on her heel, they had reached the borderland between the infants and tweens clothing, a tauntingly wide aisle. “But not yet?” “Blue…” “He’s not as awful as you think,” “You may have been too young to remember how serious his arrest was, but I wasn’t.” Blue turned on her heel, leaving her mother standing on the cusp of childhood purgatory. She returned to the male infant clothing. “Blue…” “I’m not mad,” She glanced to her mother, retrieving the same train sweater in a powder yellow. She quite liked the red and dandelion together. Wished she could find one in her size. Snorted quietly at the thought. “I get it.”

Eden started fingerpicking the guitar to the tune of Pale Blue Eyes by The Velvet Underground and started singing along to the rhythm. Sometimes I feel so happy Sometimes I feel so sad Sometimes I feel so happy But mostly you just make me mad Baby, you just Make me mad Linger on Your pale blue eyes Linger on Your pale blue eyes Eden was singing with her eyes closed, but she could sense that everyone was looking at her. Thought of you as my mountain top Thought of you as my peak Thought of you as everything I've had but couldn't keep I've had but couldn't keep Linger on Your pale blue eyes

Lisa watched, utterly fascinated, a connoisseur appreciating fine wine. The blue light swirling. Lyra’s struggles weakened, her vibrant green eyes dimming, fading to a dull, lifeless grey. Her body slumped, utterly still, as the last wisp of sapphire essence vanished. The whine died. Silence, thick and suffocating. Lisa carefully picked up the dark blue crystal, palm-sized crystal, radiating a deep, mesmerizing blue light—the concentrated essence of Lyra’s life, her spirit, her laughter. Lisa held it up to the light, turning it this way and that, her face alight with covetous delight.

I said and walked over to Vega. Vega and I were arguing about what song we should sing together. Vega was in a crazy let's party mood, and I was in a lovey-dovey mood. So we weren't getting anywhere. Until I found A Thousand Years by Cristina Perri, this song was perfect, and it described Blaze and me perfectly. I grabbed it and waved it around excitedly in the air. "That's a solo song Lyra. Have you had enough alcohol to do that one?" Vega said and laughed. Vega was seriously trying to rain on my parade tonight.

Scent of lavender touch my nose, calming my erratic heart. Although the tears keep falling, he still punishing me with his kiss. I see what surround me, even I'm still trapped in his hold and punished by his kiss. I see a very vast lavender field, just like a dream. Bad... Bad dream

I can smell flowers. Lavender. Lyra always liked lavender. Didn't she? Was that someone else? My thoughts slip. Confused. Tangling together. Hard to hold. Hard to separate. The headaches are getting worse. Much worse. None of that matters. Because Lyra is here. Finally here. She is not walking away. Not yet. "You would do anything for me?" The question sounds strange. Different somehow. I barely notice. I nod immediately. "Anything." The answer comes without hesitation.

Lips are turning blue A kiss that can't renew I only dream of you My beautiful" Then Kaen wouldn't be able to reject me, then he would look at me just like how he looks at Jessica. My solution is right there at my fingertips. "Sing for absolution I will be singing Falling from your grace" I thought as I reached out taking the pouch and opening it. Staring down at the blue vial that was glowing. Just a sip and Kaen would be mine..... ..... Just a sip... I thought to myself as I pull the vial from the pouch... I love him too much to turn back now... I must at least have a chance at him... I don't even care that this would make me sing out my frustrations...