Time was the winds kiss towards a dandelion\'s first departure.
True love was a newly born child, in the arms of a forever changed father.
Honesty was a black rose, mysterious yet beautiful displaying its integrity and honor.
Passion was a interminable illustration of clouds, vast in its creation yet unique in every form.
Bravery was a prisoner without fault, excepting every trial and enduring the agony of a violent storm.
Contentment was the satisfaction of the skies wonder and the stars allure given to you freely ever since you were born.