Thank You **

I spotted it at once, the little cloverleaf, you found one of noblesse with four green leaves. There was no time in all the joy, you wore a dress had hidden it inside as we walked up into the tower of the Huns you spoke these words I like your touch, my little boy. They dropped the bridge and we proceeded like two thieves me clinging closely to your skin, you were the bride. I woke too soon, the story taken by black birds was I the knight or simply who, not Errol Flynn, a little light now filtered in it was the moon. And caught the green of a quartet of clover leaves.