In the heart of a maiden, there is a flower blooming secretly bearing a perfume fragrance that can only be captured by the reality of a man's imagination.
Such a flower is one that only her lover can touch, for its exotic scent fills his heart continually with timeless happiness and visible tears.
Even though the beauty of this maiden is veiled with humility and excellence, her smile is the reason why admiring eyes wish to hear her lovely, feminine voice whisper their names.
She sways with grace and style like a violet basking under the warm sunshine, while blessing the earth with a spiritual presence, as if descended from the heavens.
The Beloved, The Mysterious, The Beautiful…she is the ultimate protégé of her lover's heart, but to me, she is simply The Violet Maiden whose fragrance remains the sweetest fantasy upon my delicate imagination.
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