Marc Bolan
Elemental Child
Torch girl of the marshesHer kiss is a whip of the moonDawn's damsels are dancingTo the hum of her sunny young tuneGems hemmed in the heart's headThe shield of the rivers is hersShe one told me to think whiteAnd the night disappeared like a birdHold the glove of gold behind youLove the love of Truth.
From Letras Mania