Fair was she whom I did love / Fair was the time I spent with her / No sweeter a song I'll ever sing / than the taste of her lips
Month: May 2020
Waiting for Myself (Poetry)
I wonder who "myself" is. / When she comes back, will I recognise her?
Fair was she whom I did love / Fair was the time I spent with her / No sweeter a song I'll ever sing / than the taste of her lips
I wonder who "myself" is. / When she comes back, will I recognise her?