By Arista@hotmail.com Date: 10 October 1997
thine eyes see into mine, how thou does it, I shall never know, Thy words are yon damsel's freedom, doth thou revel in thy lady's beauty? Thy face eminates pain and suffering, more than my lips could ever sat to thee, thy smile-'tis brighter than any sun, softer than any moonbeam. Fighting, screaming and crying, I struggle to survive the day's harshness, because I love thee to the core.