As the curtains float up
They reveal . . . it seems,
The grim reaper
Who is keeping track of the golden time.
While the minutes tick by,
I kneel before you,
a tin soldier,
giving you my heart
and professing my undying love for you,
a pale-faced girl adorned in blue satin folds
and carrying the blood red roses of her heart.
While you don't even know me,
Don't even see me
and all the while knowing
this serial image is just a book.
Inspired by the painting Unexpected by Ora.