“Didyme plunders me with her beauty. When I look at her I am wax over fire. If she's black, what if it? So are coals. When kindled, they glow like blooming roses.”
“Didyme plunders me with her beauty. When I look at her I am wax over fire. If she's black, what if it? So are coals. When kindled, they glow like blooming roses.”