A quote from de france

Friday night, a woman afflicted with love from afar, a wound from your lady domme, and I seem but a knight sighing dying in turning pages

Aah, but read on

What should I do with this love?

And afflicted in the turning of pages, they vanish,

Thinking about you, Beauty, to place my hands on, words from marie de france,

Come thru medias Truth, a magical cure, my mobile phone,

To send my heart to you, heroic love in graffiti form, a poem!