Yolanda Iolanda Jolenta

I'd welcome you tomorrow more than two thousand years as I unceasing live again and again after the shredded fabric's of thy living flesh being torn into pieces spread sparingly over the wild open grandeur leaving only soft traces of me like rose petals gathering beneath wide oaks and nestled fir's I'd wither so over the cold tomb stones of thee ancient one's tainted so throughout the royal gate's of Yolanda von Vianden I'd calmly be reminded of my soul's quiet journey beckoning her yet again sweet saint Yolanda of Hungary dazzled by poverty oh how I thirst of her My Yolanda Jolenta of Poland chafe an yet I've endured her even more knowing life's full immortal rapture that I've always lived within her eternally Princess Iolanda Savvoy dashing scrolls above the roman empire showering scent's amid Italy's impressive gardens blankets of flowers covering the continuous greenery as my soul venture's on a more subtle canto cunningly she entered me thee silent civil words of Yolanda Yolanda King an overwhelming shyness aboded into a thinking sphere doting on father hearing naïve conversations daintily she sat with outspoken words fascist temperamental values over land an sea I'd catered to her equality Yolanda the mind body and spirit of me