I Loved a Mannequin

MUSE OF MY PAIN you are who you are, and I love you so... Thousand times i said at your feet crouched... in your impassivity you didn't hear, you didn't speak, neither complained... nor laugh... You are woman, that it caused amazement! listen, quiet now... How did you do so much... occasionally I remember that you did not listen no song, no pain, no crying... you only live thus... your live as mannequin... at your showcase...!