Burning desire to touch her soft
cheeks out of feathers wrought
in white and pink with a glow
lighting flames fierce than lamps
which are aglow do their job
to sit close never move apart
if they go her cheeks glimmer
and shimmer like diamond in the night
which spreads across the sky filled
stars, and moons and wind chill
that blows around, the window sill
that moves past her cotton puff cheek so white
as fair as maiden of the morn
of christmas with a crown of thorn
she sits beside the bedside lamp
with glowing abright her cheeks like damp
like parched tongue of thirsty man
asking for sip of liquid fair
share a kiss of maiden white
will quench the thirst in dry mouth
in south the peak on which she sat
her house on it gloomily rests
standing tall the test of time
enjoyed years of best of times
when ringed the bell charmed men swooned
maroon colored stray feather roamed
the hall that people gaped so tall
her little brothers played leather ball which thorned and flayed lied across
the room deserted love lacrossed
hit and smacked now marooned
she sat beside the bed, no groom
now she none had with to take
but once she had made a mistake
fruit bore that deed would set free
man in armor came from bree
the town which still reeked of men
mare, horse a few hen
thousand and ten county rich
man named ran whose name was Fich.
