There is a girl who lives close by
angelic Muse
I give her flowers
the ones called marvel-of-Peru
She gives me candy, her smile, fresh fruit
and one kiss
the kind that sets
enchanted frog-princes
free
I tell her the truth
I tell her I am free
No more stony palace of wishes
for me
My verses are born now
alive
so new
No need to write them on flimsy paper
how could my heart ever forget
anything so true?