Leon and LARDO (Seguidilla)

Hurricane tambourine
Princess lily bloom
I reach, wish to read her thoughts
There’s a part Gothic.
But not all is dark
There’s a light, bright as diamonds
A childlike grace in her frame.

Depths laced in euphemism
Lion and a lamb
Witcher, teacher, rich in love.
At times, will bender.
Some things can’t be read
Chance, romance, comes more than once
Relax, flex sometimes.

Vera