No heart of stone my lover has
for hers is fire and flowers fresh
that beats in rhythm with mine own
beneath her breast of silken flesh
No heart of ice mine own for thee
for I could ner' put out this flame
that sears my soul with need to be
with you my love no man could tame.
May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 9:40 AM UTC
No heart of stone my lover has
for hers is fire and flowers fresh
that beats in rhythm with mine own
beneath her breast of silken flesh
No heart of ice mine own for thee
for I could ner' put out this flame
that sears my soul with need to be
with you my love no man could tame.