Ophelia, mortal sense of illusion
You've scattered your lilies around places where I've prayed
So I shall fall into sleep, and shall fall out of it, and then drop myself into love again
Shall drown down into venomous dome once back then. My soul shall split into you,
And so - it, me and you, - shall fault then once more.
So, now, give it back, my will give away
Begged be, be adjured: Give spirit his way back to me,
So pray then I will, round and again.
My ribs are but my mortal tethers, that do gasp and hone adore and love towards most graciously formed, toned ode - that is a @mindimoon's one!<ззз
"Stop frowning and let's go already. It's time to see new lands and getting in trouble because of you two!"
"Hey!!"
"Yeah, it will be because of me, I know."