ART  MUSIC  POETRY

Across the floor, not far from me,
Within this dreary factory,
My secret love sits busily
Amidst the noise and drudgery.

So beautiful, so young and fair,
To her, none other can compare;
And trying vainly not to stare,
I watch the back of her long blonde hair:

In all my life I've never seen,
In all the world there's never been
A sight more lovely than this scene:
This long blonde hair of golden sheen.

Passing time will soon erase,
An empty chair will soon replace
All this wealth of untold grace
She brings into this joyless place.

If broken dreams could be made new,
If secret wishes could all come true,
Then I would ask for only two:

To touch her hair...and hold her too.