To her wishes yes is the response,
Rushing to where she wants me,
To my asking, always the say, I shall see,
Do I to deserve her have no chance?
*
In my quest, I am her prey to pounce
And to him, she is a buried pearl in damsels sea
Wildly she bit my hand O poor me
On his hand, her lips yet to dance
*
Ares always he was, Hephaestus was I
Their story in my bed exposed by my net,
Hardly I tried, hopefully doth she regret,
Cursed who chose her, destined to die,
To my gloomy heart hath not she ever fit?
But try if thou dare, she will be thy pit.
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 1:53 PM UTC
To her wishes yes is the response,
Rushing to where she wants me,
To my asking, always the say, I shall see,
Do I to deserve her have no chance?
*
In my quest, I am her prey to pounce
And to him, she is a buried pearl in damsels sea
Wildly she bit my hand O poor me
On his hand, her lips yet to dance
*
Ares always he was, Hephaestus was I
Their story in my bed exposed by my net,
Hardly I tried, hopefully doth she regret,
Cursed who chose her, destined to die,
To my gloomy heart hath not she ever fit?
But try if thou dare, she will be thy pit.
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