The Porcelain Doll
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It was, once ago,a warm June day,
My sea feet hit the ground,
The sea's sirens begged me stay,
But my heart ignored thier sound.
I came in through window's edge,
gave her such a fright,
Even in her illness sledge,
She was a pretty sight.
Her flushed face was still the same,
Same bruises, from sea's fall,
I soon remembered why I came,
She was my porcelain doll.
She was wrapped up warm in that silk and hold,
And gave me a grateful glance of must,
I kissed her perfumed locks of gold,
And carried her off into the dusk.
I sailed with her, but she only grew worse,
Her last days guarded by sea,
I feared the curse, that Hades' hearse,
Would take her away from me.
She was young, and so was I,
Two old loves ruling free,
A broke heart she had left behind,
And a shady past for me.
One fateful day, the clouds rolled in,
And she feared for her life,
We swam atin, as the boat's sails thin,
Fell around us, spirit of strife.
I woke up on a white sand beach,
Just as night had fall,
My own lover, lay out of reach,
My very own porcelain doll.
I kissed her head, I showed her love,
And she soon was healed,
But the clouds rolled of, and from above,
Came a calling from no yeild.
One morning was just like the other's abroad,
That last night we had sung, our feet danced,
She sent me along, with the sea's calling song,
And she gave me, her last grateful glance.
When my own spirit cries, when the coldness nears,
Whenever the rain starts to fall,
I bluntly can hear, the voice of my dear,
Singing,"Forever, your porcelain doll."