Thou art the warmth inside thy internal soul.
Thou art thy desirable, yet concealed,
Blazing globe of thy wonders.
When thou'st day is dreadful and blackened
By the cruelty of the world,
And thou hasn't a skip in thou's step,
Thy air, pure and blue, shall be in ash-filled fumes.
Thy exceeded amount of thy tender love for thou bringst to thee,
Shall be unknown to thou.
Please! Keep thy love,
Thy blazing globe of fire in security.
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 10:14 PM UTC
Thou art the warmth inside thy internal soul.
Thou art thy desirable, yet concealed,
Blazing globe of thy wonders.
When thou'st day is dreadful and blackened
By the cruelty of the world,
And thou hasn't a skip in thou's step,
Thy air, pure and blue, shall be in ash-filled fumes.
Thy exceeded amount of thy tender love for thou bringst to thee,
Shall be unknown to thou.
Please! Keep thy love,
Thy blazing globe of fire in security.
