The Doll I Love

A Doll I love Mightier was my pen To embrace my youth so young; The days I nurtured for a while That sings a song just like a bride; On that tiny repercussion of wind Sitting ajar on the tree so trim; Beyond what soothsayers says The bird was I so beautiful in being gay; Enormous layers of truth said so long For one to dance and sing a song; Will not the power rise to win In the land of tsars of all like men against sin; When I won you I were too small Oh! my precious lovely doll; Now I see you with my growing mind To penetrate sand with outwitting strength of being sane; Where does one's clasp of time yield To bind farewell of all unwind; During the tenure of losing hopes of life Like a clinging man in threads of life; Gone my strength beyond age dispair In holiness to keep sane to eyes of tear; The weaknesses all gone for a while Now the soul singing for a brighter side. Do you knell on God's pair of legs Or do you sob on pasts death of love; You think what you do is right For the heavens wishing you the rightier might Like a star in brightest sky I would lie I would lose my doll in the sparkling light like knights of rights; I would bid you farewell on the quieter side For you may become cleansed of man's pride;