Your sharp eyes make me tremble in fear but, your fearsome ora around you and, your shining golden hair, rich and magnificent make my heart flutter. Your steer is deep in people souls with your red rubby eyes stained with blood, get my chills down my spines, hopping I would never get notice by you and, get killed. To be not stained by my blood on your spotless suit.
Letter to his highness.
Your sharp eyes make me tremble in fear but, your fearsome ora around you and, your shining golden hair, rich and magnificent make my heart flutter. Your steer is deep in people souls with your red rubby eyes stained with blood, get my chills down my spines,
hopping I would never get notice by you and, get killed. To be not stained by my blood on your spotless suit.