A wish of a shooting star falling through
The universal mind. A nova named
Among constellations, brightly inflamed
And wild as the beautiful wish I blew.
The yearning to be a muse chosen by
An artist in a world of art. Mona
In Florence, or Lady of Verona
Compared to a summer day, how I\'d cry.
One day I pray to be cradled and kissed
And caressed by the throes of passion
So exquisite it will change the fashion
Of my life in ways no one could resist.
It takes a lifetime of being unloved
To crave the privilege to love and be loved.