Leoflic Freesia

Leoflic Freesia

You ask me why ?

While I look at the sky

And cry ;

Nearby thy, The beauty of Eden !

You are thoughtful,

while I am awful;

I have no hope in life ;

Because of my endless sessions of thoughts !

But you do cope me, My dear wife !

So many meaningless fights to gain control of my life,

And to ward-off Things that my evil self brought ;

Whenever I shiver because of cold,

You make me warm !

With your heart made out of molten silver !

With your sight as sacred !

And the smile,

Which gives the feeling of pleasant sky !

Though thou chose me as home,

While I am in pieces !

With my only gefers as horses and my acute catte ;