Lovers
by Rhapsodia
February is too cold for a rose
To blow in bonny red for a pose
When they are bold with no innocent souls
As two naive fourteen year olds
In the seducing bed of bronze and gold
Lie the various deals of flesh sold
But in the name of righteous love, oh my lord
How many sins can they afford?
by Rhapsodia
February is too cold for a rose
To blow in bonny red for a pose
When they are bold with no innocent souls
As two naive fourteen year olds
In the seducing bed of bronze and gold
Lie the various deals of flesh sold
But in the name of righteous love, oh my lord
How many sins can they afford?