I meet a girl made of brown silks,
Pleases touching flowers with her claggy lips.
Often do I write for a blush she vigils,
And by this, I find me embraced in that feel.

For years barely in dreams I'm all taken,
I have pussy sleep after she'd awakened.
she speaks some pages at once in a blink ,
That My mind in hours can't think.

Canopied by curly hair doesn't she just smile,
But blows my all candles in her sparkling light.
I'm forbidden by the Clans she belongs,
By that she reminds them all...