If you were maria ventadorn

If I’s asked how a lady should be treated, I’d be a lady about it

the moondust in the soil sprung up, bouncing green, soul around us

Like a miracle

Then I’d sit and think like a lady, and

just do as I please

I’d want her permission to speak, and obey her,

yum

I’ll be because of what I am, and ask me again then

If you let me I’d say

look at your eyes! sunshine and sorrow are in their climes!

I’d say, I submit, lady, as you decide