Love Poem: As Helga Gives Me Frail Peace
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Written by: Serge Lyrewing

As Helga Gives Me Frail Peace

As Helga gives me frail peace
At ancient walls of Thunder tower
I want to touch her hand, I miss
this warmth. I won’t release my power.
Flirtation’s nothing for my soul
It is detestable, forbidding; 
It needs just flesh it makes me fall
It darkens our bashful meeting.
It’s hostile for the heart of mine,
For moment of this sweetest feeling,
I ask myself; I don’t know why
She makes me happy willy-nilly.