They were beautiful they were. There was none who compare.

Eyes brown, lips soft & pink as a Spring grown rose, & skin that had been kissed by the Summer sun.

They were beautiful they were. My heart longed for them the way the waves yearn for the moon.

The softness of their voice. A voice that could tame any beast.

Oh how I loved their presence all the more.

The grandeur of their life was unattainable from the modest one I led. Though my heart only desired to be beside them, I’m afraid it was something I would never procure.


They were beautiful they were. A beauty I could not obtain.