My Allie golden-heart and sky-blue eyes
You flower-bed where my desires swarm
For ever inspiration of my sight
In my arms fold your fanciable form
My red and white corpuscles tell me this:
That I was born to live within your kiss.
Dear, the night’s long gone, the moon’s
A refugee, the sun’s about
These many hours to come...
Creepily, the piano starts to play
Downstairs – who plays? It can’t be her
She just began to rest...
