From the west to the east,
Traveling north to south,
Men pour their hearts
To this fairest of all,
Whose lips are red, cheeks rosy
But eyes cold and gray for
How far and how deep she reigns
Is how far and deep she thinks of him,
She is the queen of hearts
But never of his,
*And just like the queen of hearts,
We want what we can't have.*
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
From the west to the east,
Traveling north to south,
Men pour their hearts
To this fairest of all,
Whose lips are red, cheeks rosy
But eyes cold and gray for
How far and how deep she reigns
Is how far and deep she thinks of him,
She is the queen of hearts
But never of his,
*And just like the queen of hearts,
We want what we can't have.*
