Ivannia
Thou wast everything to me,
for which my soul did pine.
A green isle in the sea Ivannia,
A fountain and a shrine.
All wreathed in fairy fruits and flowers,
Where all the flowers were mine.
A place a part, within this heart.
To keep you for all time.
note i may push a few verses inside this. this is just a practise.
by
Sinnocenceposted on 06/13/2007
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