Morning Nimph
I remenber her
As a later night ghost
Who had a pale face
A pure smile of gold
A morning white greek statue
Sleeping in heavenly peace
Her eyes still closed, She weeped
As night founded by my mercy
I tooked her to my heart
(I wish to know her secrets)
Blinded walked to wrong sides
Conforted by my hand
Guiding her from the Dark
To lie down in my heart
She looks dead, but her mistery
Made me scary
White little breasts
In whole nature equals never found
I found in her waist a see of glass
I kisses her gently with most respect