Elsa Deutschbein
Guinevere
Oh you sure made a wretch of meIt broadcast for the world to seeWe let him lay amongst our sweatWe dirtied your lovely bedBut oh my love you've hurt someoneI should want a different oneOh you my dear are so confusedTurn every king into a foolThough I can save you from your liesI cannot save you from God's eyesSo go atone and hide your sinsCurse my name 'till you love himOh poetry will not vindicate youYour see through eyes so full of treasonI'd sell my soulI'd cut my thighTo win him back To be divineA royal witch they could have burnedIf by your spells I had not turnedI've saved your skin a thousand timesFor little deaths a bigger priceSo if we ever met againIn pages that are filled with himI loved youI loved you
From Letras Mania