Poharex

Give me shelter under your wing, And become my mother and sister, Let your bosom nestle my head, Nest for my desolated prayer. And in a time of clemency, between the suns, Lean and I'll divulge the thing for which I pine: They say in our world, one might find youth – So where, then, is mine? And one more secret, to you, I shall confess: My spirit erupts in flame for want thereof; They say in our world, love exists – So what, then, is love? The stars above defrauded me, There was a dream - alas! It too is gone; Now I have nothing in this world - I have none. Give me shelter under your wing, And become my mother and sister, Let