Autumn
Removes his golden hair
From
Winter's ashen cap
Your lips tasted
Of raspberry wine
And we toasted
To the fact.
I think I loved you
- Rather -
The Yule Log
Sung flames
Into my heart.
And I was tempted
By that romantic
Siren's song
In evening's passing dark.
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 9:39 PM UTC
Autumn
Removes his golden hair
From
Winter's ashen cap
Your lips tasted
Of raspberry wine
And we toasted
To the fact.
I think I loved you
- Rather -
The Yule Log
Sung flames
Into my heart.
And I was tempted
By that romantic
Siren's song
In evening's passing dark.
