Comments about Albert Oxford
I shall be your protector; that is what he told,
And the heart that I have will beat with yours
And my love will never grow cold.
We shall be such lovers, our breaths will breathe as one,
I’ll sing at the birth of our green-eyed daughter
And weep for our blue-eyed son.
I shall be your guardian; that was all his tale,
And passion’s heat will make me bright
And doubts will make you pale.
We shall but double the echo that spoke when we begun,
Your father’s hope for his green-eyed daughter,
My mother’s for her blue-eyed son.
I shall be your ...