santwana

Our first encounter! But I don't' know. Though I smelt you in my mother's womb from the word 'go' Admonished by father I cried, a naughty child You were in my papa's voice, in his stern stride

The day you came to me a begging I was drowned by joy and grief I'd fill your bowl to the brim I vowed But no pauper; you turned out to be a royal thief Every thing that was mine you robbed And yet I glowed like a bride in ecstasy