Tell Me How Does It

O Lady, Nobility Is Thine, And Thy Form Is The Reflection Of Thy Nature!

Of All Things Upon Earth That Bleed And Grow, A Herb Most Bruised Is Woman.

Hate Is A Bottomless Cup; I Will Pour And Pour

Stronger Than Lover's Love Is Lover's Hate. Incurable, In Each, The Wounds They Make.

Silence Is True Wisdom's Best Reply.