To mine heart a pathway she made The trot of her little cat feet The soul of my soul, laying, laid To these, submission complete To mine soul a cradle she made The sway of her praying hands The heart of my heart, laying, maid To these and their commands ** And so, mine body remains vacant A temple undivine As hollow grapes are vacant of that which is the wine ** am missing a stance here.
Reason for writing:
the ususal
Birth sign: Cancer
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