On the land of an
infinite fairy tales
She was born on
flowers with cheeks so pale,
Years and months and
hours are gone
'cause of the sad
summer her grace is gone,
The beauty of my
queen been admired more than rain
Her body and soul are
made for love not for bloody pain,
She is a house of
love but made up of sand
You can think of
anything but cannot change her with your changing demand,
Brown of her eyes had
been so desolate
Bold is her mind but
heart still so delicate,
Coiled
and long her hairs are bound with myrtle leaves
Green
go fade if she cries with a song and sleeps,
Forgetting
every fear the birds fly high in the sky
If
my lady with a gentle look passeth by,
Falling
water from a beautiful hill is no more in race
When
her hand slipped in mine to travel life with smiling face,
“Stars
are just some stolen lights,
Birth
of hers has made earth bright!”
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