*It was a spring warm atmosphere,
On that green grass she lay so near,
Her silken skin, her freckles ow dear!
Her eyes deeply charmed my heart,
Cursing my soul and intensively dart,
A magic kiss straight to the heart,
A whispered bane of her kissable lips,
A wicked glance and a charming glimpse,
Pierce my sanity that never could I part,
Her Seraphim countenance from the start.*
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May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
*It was a spring warm atmosphere,
On that green grass she lay so near,
Her silken skin, her freckles ow dear!
Her eyes deeply charmed my heart,
Cursing my soul and intensively dart,
A magic kiss straight to the heart,
A whispered bane of her kissable lips,
A wicked glance and a charming glimpse,
Pierce my sanity that never could I part,
Her Seraphim countenance from the start.*
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