Sweet Gaia, Mother of the Earth, abidesIn contemplation of the rape she feels Upon her offspring, turning as it reelsFrom dying leas and woodlands on all sides. What kind of child is pitiless; derides The Mother that would answer his appealsFrom birth to...
The deep decline of love foretells our fate; In future dispositions of our hearts We lose them ever where they feel the dartsOf wrathful wreckers sending out their hate. So parsed may be the senses felt of lateThat we should know the endings or the starts...
A fairy tale in modern times was this When we became a twosome on the net.We started with a simple friendship yet It grew into a true affair of bliss. Our hearts were twined without a single kiss We vowed to always share and not forget Our love was fine,...
