My Sweet
Thine pasion strong for one so little
Though bravery impresive my sweet
For now you stay & learn and stumble here
Just you, dog, and the green hair on me
Though some things Thine acomplish as goes growth
Some may not be fond of my sweet
None different since I was a maid like you my sweet
Though hanged my neck fingers and feet
So Thine shal stay safe with just dog and me
Soon you shall grow green hair yourself
Just someday Thine will notice in your sleep
Then forever Thine shall be just like dog and me
But soon my sweet Thine horns will grow in ten in total
And soon my sweet, your head shall multiply by sevens
And some may dispise you for what may become of Thine
Even more than thy who shamed me for green hair
unfortunately
my sweet
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