zoo tagnrho

Hair of brown flows forth like gold
Men have been driven to madness from such things
your beauty could be the end of all we know
with few men left with stories told
of how they ran for your love to and fro

with a bat of your eye
the great roman empire would bow down
unable to turn you away
fearing the pang of loss would leave them to die
you would be their apollo bringing light to their day

With a strut of your step the walls fall down
what once was a proud man lies crumbled to the ground
no male force can resist
the prowess you posses sits high, a golden crown
i wanted to back down, but decided to persist.

i once thought of trying to forget you,
but in the end i forgot to.