A girl whose beauty lights a darker way.
Whose roan tresses tumble, tincture gay,
And grace those shoulders, shaped as may
The beauteous form of elven fairy fay,
A dawn, Aurora, softly strives to say,
“Live me, this wond’rous winter day”,
Whilst flaming curls upon her bosom lay.
My girl, my friend, my labour’s pay.
neoinwonderland:
Sooo beautifully written... If only I was half this good with words ^.^
