Story of a maiden

She is not a lonely

girl, nor having a willing to not be

so.

She felt his warm in the snowy,

and covering in her free.

Don't know, I

it's just her dream.

maybe.

She does her try

to fell the moon beam.

but crybaby.

Her man exists not

now.

on hopping a lot

a man will do his bow.

She reflects her

in a crack mirror.

not blur,

yet clearer.

She's too sweet

for a perfect man.

She waits on the seat

for a kiss of grand.