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