Is perjured murd’rous ’cause your beauty strikes woe in hearts.
But that bliss me ’cause it’s not profaned.
Therefore her eyes are wine red.
Draped those in gaze, like cheering drops of vines.
Is perjured murd’rous ’cause your beauty strikes woe in hearts.
But that bliss me ’cause it’s not profaned.
Therefore her eyes are wine red.
Draped those in gaze, like cheering drops of vines.
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton