He: ‘My death I love, my live I hate, all for a lady fair; That she is bright as morning light, too well i am aware: Like summer leaf whose greeness goes, I whither in despair. To whom then, tho… more →
Nadine's Weblognadinenoordberger wrote 5 months ago: He: ‘My death I love, my live I hate, all for a lady fair; That she is bright as morning light … more →