(((( In HiS HeArT A GoLdEn ChAiR))))
(((( In HiS HeArT A GoLdEn ChAiR))))
(A great one while calling his baroness by these names...)
It was a scent, BUT not just any...
Her scent filled the air,
See breeze,
It was jasmine of lady fairy..
His contessa in the wind, singing Him..
Dancing love, and the feet dancing bare,
On the sound of His laughter, with the joy of Her hair,
Lady fairy always hope, lady fairy Who would dare..!
First of year was so long, and the night was so young..
. . . Then arrived Lady Fairy,
Loving temptress, loving Him...
Her Prince waiting there..!
Summer Eve never leaves,
The magic carpet, Tinker Belle Who would weave,
Tinker Belle Who would care..!
Lady Fairy Who would water
The waiting Soul, and Your life She shall share--
Limitless love, limitless mare, charming night...
To Her declare..
...
Charming night, limitless mare..
Limitless love both declare..
Flying Eagle and a Raven may be odd, but united pair,
Their wings are bride, above the known seeking the rare..
My Lady doth sleep,
Deeply sleep in heart of chair..
As the magic calling Her..
Little One... Very deep, deeply sleep in My Heart,
. . . in My Heart a golden chair..!
(A great one while calling his baroness by these names...)
It was a scent, BUT not just any...
Her scent filled the air,
See breeze,
It was jasmine of lady fairy..
His contessa in the wind, singing Him..
Dancing love, and the feet dancing bare,
On the sound of His laughter, with the joy of Her hair,
Lady fairy always hope, lady fairy Who would dare..!
First of year was so long, and the night was so young..
. . . Then arrived Lady Fairy,
Loving temptress, loving Him...
Her Prince waiting there..!
Summer Eve never leaves,
The magic carpet, Tinker Belle Who would weave,
Tinker Belle Who would care..!
Lady Fairy Who would water
The waiting Soul, and Your life She shall share--
Limitless love, limitless mare, charming night...
To Her declare..
...
Charming night, limitless mare..
Limitless love both declare..
Flying Eagle and a Raven may be odd, but united pair,
Their wings are bride, above the known seeking the rare..
My Lady doth sleep,
Deeply sleep in heart of chair..
As the magic calling Her..
Little One... Very deep, deeply sleep in My Heart,
. . . in My Heart a golden chair..!
(((( In HiS HeArT A GoLdEn ChAiR))))
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