I Sketch a Woman

On this big, wide, silver screen--- created, for the grandeur of the crafty artisans of the soup, where creation of love is the theme, where hate does not dwell, I sketch a woman, so young and innocent, the flowers’ gatherer. Look, she’s still taunting the bumble bee, hungry for the nectar of the gods. O thee, Saint of all Saints, I ask you please, guide me in sketching this woman of my life. Help me, to remember her beauty and smile, the way I met her, ‘cos without you, this is not easy, for many years had passed, since the day she left me, to meet you!