These Women.
The Women I Love.
They Do Not Know.
My Heart,
It Yearns
For Them So.
But Thine Love,
It Doth Not Grow.
For Mine,
It Doth Not Show.
The Women I Love.
They Do Not Know.
My Heart,
It Yearns
For Them So.
But Thine Love,
It Doth Not Grow.
For Mine,
It Doth Not Show.