In The Heart Of Thine Soul
Oh say thee...... what am I to a man.....
Thus, the side of a clay mountain.
Woe.... the jezebel of new modern times,
The traitor of thine ripening love.
For in the heart of thine soul......
I exist but for only one man......
And in thine mortal society......
I exist but for all men.......
Judith A Birdsong
Thus, the side of a clay mountain.
Woe.... the jezebel of new modern times,
The traitor of thine ripening love.
For in the heart of thine soul......
I exist but for only one man......
And in thine mortal society......
I exist but for all men.......
Judith A Birdsong
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