Her hair shines like moon beams on the ocean. She sits on her barstool watching the people of the world pass her by, with paint on her lips and glitter on her eyes she shines like a star when the lights have gone out. Sipping at her martini she'll eye the girls passing by, ignoring the passes from men. She's not interested in them, she's a strange among her own. But she is so perfect. Envied by the ugly and honored by the fair. With her raven hair and silver eyes. She was blessed with the name Lana. It rolls off the tongue and in to the soul. Perfect, like her. She places the olive between her lips, hoping to catch some beauty's attention and she slowly lets it move in to her mouth. Teasing comes to her like a thought, natural and hard to stop. Her wings are clipped so she cannot fly, they hold her back but enhance her beauty. She spreads her purple glitter down along her eyes to her temples, making her seem like a fantasy dream. But all her teasing and her shimmering beauty do her no good, they don't pay her attention. And the woman she loves sees right through her. as if Lana were glass. The woman she craves has a beauty like no other. Hair like gold threads and eyes like the sky, a perfectly clear sky. When Lana closes her eyes she sees her arms locked around the angles waist, holding her close. She craves to whisper those sweet nothings in her ear, tell her that she is a rose in a field of glass. "I love you more ways than I can count." The words awaken her soul, the angel on earth finally saw Lana and her love. Her fantasy life is now a dream, perfect. The air is hazy rose and sprinkled in pixie dust. She loves and is loved.