Will you come closer and whisper into my ear
pretty words that paint pictures in my eyes,
will you sit close to me and recite lines
from poets and playwrights who soften my boldness,
will you wait for me as I run into the wild
and get lost and then find my way back again,
will you always remember what makes me lovely
and how you take me in with all your heart?
I would do this for you,
I would do it the way a sculptor stays close to his work,
my work would be a thing of beauty.