Apr 2014
Upon her faithful frame togs
Of beauty hangs;
Rosy robe, smelling myrrh.
All the go love is unambiguous--
Nought hid; clear
Like glass, soft like foulard.
Of beauty hangs;
Rosy robe, smelling myrrh.
All the go love is unambiguous--
Nought hid; clear
Like glass, soft like foulard.
