Day and night, I waited here and there, a shadow of you, coming back.
I fear you lied and traces of mine shall remain on yours. Oh, Monsieur! when we did the things most left, my candor and your insolences and sui generis, was not the perfect fusion, yet the jovial of all.
Day and night, did you also waited here and there? a sight of me on your arms?
Oh! God of the Sea, the journey I had taken was the saddest of all.
Lady, for once and foremost, think about your pride, withal, his love will not be yours.
His love will just omit a venom-hue. Chase not those who abandoned you, chase the things yourself deprived of.
Audrey, you were born not to be fooled and here, you are, chasing the Love you cannot have, for he had forsaken you.
Lady, for once and foremost, think about your pride, withal, his love will not be yours. His love will omit a venom-hue.
- Lady Aquiliana ( 1930-kindunophilia)
