6 acessos
Sorry love,
I didn’t mean to hurt you, I apologize
I love your hands
Please come out,
Out from behind the red holly tree
I’ll prune their horns
Foolish tongue
Speak kindly to a lady, your ever-wife,
And wash her arms
Holy light—
See it — through the window of her skin
A mirror shines
Sorry, love—
I didn’t mean to hurt you, I apologize
Know I love you