She took away my holiness
Hey did she say to me
where'd did she imagine
she thought I came from
Ah now I see
all fireflies with glee
flying around me
and
each one
as she gave me a touch
planted a small hole as such
and
as the night drew by and morn arose
all fire flies froze
My Holiness was to be proposed
but my jersey
she said
now was holier
than whole
all fire flies their assembly did close
I was now no more
but
rounded holes
they thus my holiness
did finally dispose
very fair and close shave
I suppose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To be proposed! ! Down the Memory line. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.