Lady of Wednesday
My dearest Lady of Wednesday, On Monday loneliness was born, Particularity pursues happiness within you, Will you still be there when loneliness condensed? My dearest Lady of Wednesday, For decades wind has being blown over longing, Perpetually tenderness shall not be existed yet, Will you be the breeze after the leaving of the north wind? My dearest Lady of Wednesday, You are always depicted in each uncertainty, Your smile is the deception in my delusion, Will you hear my voiceless confession at the end?