Oct 2017
The heart, it doth yearn,
With passionate burn.
That which it desires,
Are all blazing fires.
And this flame called love,
Soaring high above,
Can consume your life,
Feeling begets strife.
With passionate burn.
That which it desires,
Are all blazing fires.
And this flame called love,
Soaring high above,
Can consume your life,
Feeling begets strife.
emulating pseudo-ye olde english is disgusting I'll study before trying it again
