Am made of wild snow
My heart with light glows
Love in it always dwells
Do guard it charmed spells
Whom I love is my lord
Not hurt him by little word
Do serve him by tender eye
Slave by birth is never shy
Frail soul quickly does wane
As young bird lone remains
Rude word stabs me as knife
Should forgive whole my life
Hard to live with a tyrant
Should I bear and lament
Fate is deaf and so blind
Deprives me my limbs binds.
01/01/2009
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