Children of the future age
Reading this indignant page
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime

Once a youthful pair,
Fill'd with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just remov'd the curtains of the night

There, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,
Strangers came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear

- William Blake, "A Little Girl Lost"

Please bury me next to my baby in leather jacket, jeans and motorcycle boots.

Стрелац

Атлетска/обликована

178 цм

Боје лешника

Белац/Белкиња

Никад нисам био/била у браку

Не

Нисам сигуран/сигурна

Очи

Тетоважа која се не види, Тетоважа на видном месту

Тамно плава

Немам кућне љубимце

Не