About My Myself
No, I didn't lost the beauty, but in whole,
I'm put to shame to see it by my eyes,
By eyes of men - else more, for my soul
Will not agree with their offensive prize.
And so I live, hiding my heart, divine,
Into the breast of a low, nasty rebel …
D' you see a spider on the green blade, fine,
And on its back - the cruciform black label?