A doll named Femi.

There's a doll inside the music box that my first love has given me

its name is Femi that means love me

her dress is pink like a candy floss

her brown hair is covered with a hat with hearts printed on

that's true love by the way

her right hand holds a basket of sweet fruits

and a little butterfly rests on her left foot

without forgetting the locket around her neck

sometimes when I hear the melody from this magical world

I imagine to dance by her side like a shadow being free.

When I want to draw something for who I love more

the doll brings me inspiration 'cause it's a gift from my very first love

I can draw joy hope warmth emotion

and I hang my drawing on the love's wall.

Until that day I wondered why there weren't eyes or lips on her face

neither truth nor smile, her face just empty ..

the sky was gray but no a raindrop was coming.

There was a doll inside the music box that my first love gave me

its name was Femi that meant love me when there was love

angels with wings tore her dress to show me the scratch in her nakedness

rusty scissors cut her hair wrapping the hearts shaped candies that I made

love leftovers were the ingredients

gradually flies appeared 'cause of the rotten fruits

and cobwebs covered her left foot

I just kissed the locket before throwing it away without discovering its secret

sometimes when I hear the melody from this magical world

it's almost imperceptible to my ears full of untrue words

the gemini constellation vanishes even the soul mates move apart.

When I wanted to write something for who I loved more

the doll brought me inspiration 'cause it was a gift from my very first love

I could write pain sadness betrayal lust

and I throw my writing into the love's basket.

There were tears running down her cheek

until I realized "dolls" object can't cry!

Well, now I give you Femi there'll be many first loves

and bittersweet broken hearts but love is love.