Dec 22, 2016, 11:11 AM
@naitre
A maiden with a heart of gold,
So beautiful she cannot be sold.
Bless the lives of others,
Ever so individual features.
A maiden with a heart of gold,
So beautiful she cannot be sold.
You hear her whispers in the wind.
For thou touches the hearts of many,Bless the lives of others,
Moving onward to another.
Her hand free of such sinned.
In the dire times of fate,
She is never too late...
Sparkling the beauty of creatures.She is never too late...
Ever so individual features.
O what shall I get?