Dazzling, glaring eyes which you own,
May you never seek such wrought,
wrought that I have suffered.
Battered by all means,
would you be the one
fulfilling my dreams?
It’s only a true story,
about the world’s smallest violin,
played by little Rory,
and her friend Colin.
Would you allow me this honor,
to walk you all the way home,
seeing that I’m only a willing donor,
aching for you, bone by bone?
“ce ne sont pas mes gestes que j’ecris; c’est moi, c’est mon essence” – Montaigne