Why, you blend words with so affection
As if it's some sort of remedy
Words have been your safe haven
For every storm can't stand against you
Your defense that never yields
Your sword and spear
It is bewitching.
Seems so magically weaved and casted upon the bare earth
It is inviting.
Like she is forced to believe that there was never an apple that's poisonous enough for her
To whom do you intend it?
I can imagine,
A man bleeding with words
She must be the princess of your fairy tale.
without wax,
cleinroe colors
