More, Oh, More

Once there was a Young girl, in a chateau on the top of a hill, quiescent on the grass meadow, hidden by the sun’s shadow saying: “No more, oh no more…” When the wind knocked her door, Knocking not once, but four, She bruised her dark long hair, embraced by her absent pair , saying:”No more, oh no more…” She danced under the cold rain, praying for the night when her undressed chest will nest another heart in similar unrest saying now “More, Oh, more”