🌷The Wound Of Love🌷

              The Face                                04/08/2008 The face that I like   Meets me in my leasure I feel about the sight   Often gives me pleasure She comes gracefully   Truly on the way Of eyes and naturally   I think that I pay And disturbed the dream   That world's, mind With begin brain stream   That's pretty all kind It is true and I like   But why if you see I don't know a light   Tel me tel me tel me                      ×××

          Touch me not                              10/04/2008 Saying this a shady flower I know your sensitive power Don't feel my teaching sour Let me leave alone in bour Everyone give this thought  Touch me not touch me not Don't oppose my speech For I get divine bless Divine smell nature teach I am funny color my dress I am an attractive pot Touch me not touch me not Like a son like a moon You want also pluck me soon Though you save in your club Though you gave me your love But only grief my heart got Touch me not touch me not The lady smells my breath Lovingly hide heart's beneath The nerves my heart wings me Then lifeless I will be A ray of happy I bought Touch me not touch me not               ...