Maiden, sweet,
Hair the color of sunset wheat,
The cloth slips and reveals skin,
But hold your soul still from trembling,
Because her eyes are pitch black,
And there is no knowledge that they lack.
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC
Maiden, sweet,
Hair the color of sunset wheat,
The cloth slips and reveals skin,
But hold your soul still from trembling,
Because her eyes are pitch black,
And there is no knowledge that they lack.