In thy longing for love little one,
Thy soul has been gently hurt
by thy sweet innocence of life’s harshness.
Sweet maiden thy pain does anguish my soul
Such a fragile Rose are thee,
Bare me no burden of thy anger I pray thee sweet
maid for feeling thy pain.
Tis a sad thing indeed that thy own true love
has not seen thy beauty as so many others do.
When I look upon thy innocence
I feel as though I can almost touch thy soul,
For it is such a beautiful thing to behold indeed.
Great joys have thou brought into mine heart.
As I stand in the shadows of thy world,
My heart ponders the thought of our own love
Blossoming into something warm and beautiful.
I pray thee will forgive this knight
his boldness fair maid
but alas thy beauty and thy pureness of heart
has bewildered my soul.
~Written by Loneheart~
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