When you are old, at evening candlelit, Beside the fire bending to your wool, Read out my verse and murmur, 'Ronsard writ This praise for me when I was beautiful.'
When you are old, at evening candlelit, Beside the fire bending to your wool, Read out my verse and murmur, 'Ronsard writ This praise for me when I was beautiful.'
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories