Now, the mirror doesnt reflect me,
The stars brighten with a twinkling glee....
Tears of the dear eye forget to cry on their plight,
The princely sword is doubtful of its might....
...
Holding the bars of a cagy life,
She stares at the contours of the blue space
Those merciless winds just flood her eyes,
Across the finite bondages,
...
The Sweetest Feel....
Now, the mirror doesnt reflect me,
The stars brighten with a twinkling glee....
Tears of the dear eye forget to cry on their plight,
The princely sword is doubtful of its might....
The two eyes now fear to rise! !
The flowers in the princely hand find a place to hide,
Innocent promises hurry to abide! ! ! !