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.
If only energy would stay –
Two fingers up to eighty-two –
Because you’re ill I’d wait on you...
Umbrella, protect the precious head,
Shoulders that bare the care of many things
I love her! She holds all the strings...
