Kahlan
She loves a little madness,
the pretty girl in the white dress,
who winds in a deer-like form
in and out of light and shady patches in the woods.
She says she can’t be really hurt long,
but such a trusting heart, and so exposed –
perhaps she just doesn’t know how hurt can find her.
But then, at least her madness loves her back.
((Gah. Fail. Fail... Anyway, if I had to cut this poem down to two lines, it would be the first and the last ones, which were inspired by a little exchange I noticed under her bio. Originally they were the last two lines, but as a framing device...I kind of like this better.))
awwws i loverrrsss ittt.