He used to be a Giant in my eyes.
his deeds were vast , he breathed of Glory.
I dreamt of him, of miracles of Love.
I prayed to Gods and sacrificed my honor.
I read some novels - rather lustful ones.
I saw his breast and torso in desires.
He was my Prince - my Charming, naughty boy
I could not sleep - inside - there was a fire.
I am so dull,I've got so many plants.
My needle work brings so much enjoyment.
I miss those days when I was gasping from a wish.
I am so old or may be got some wisdom.
He used to be a Giant in my eyes
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2018
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