I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known,
and, I believe,
the best thing a girl can be in this world is a beautiful little fool.

With a simplicity of heart,
dispensing starlight to casual moths.

With the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down,
with its fluctuating, feverish warmth.
That voice was a deathless song.

Her face is lovely with bright things in it,
bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth –
her curious and lovely mouth.

Young and artificial.
Redolent of orchids and pleasant cheerfulness.
Gleaming like silver, safe and proud.

A “nice” girl.
A beautiful little fool,
excitingly desirable
with a ripe mystery about her.

And, yet,
turbulent emotions possess her.
She thinks everything is terrible;
she’s pretty cynical, you see.
But,
God, she’s sophisticated!
That beautiful little fool.

I remember the day you came
Shedding the feathers of your wings, 
Revealing arms quite similar to mine. 

I guess this world pleased you greatly. 
For you stayed quite awhile, 
Within the warm circle of my love. 


And I remember the time you stayed.
The time where your feet
Took you all around the world
And your smile stayed. 

My world, our world,
Brought us great happiness. 
So we stayed for a bit
With I hoping for forever. 


But, I remember the time you left. 
Gathering the feathers you had plucked, 
And gluing them back into place

I suppose my world had ceased to amaze you. 
And you left to explore foreign galaxies. 
But you left me, 
So I guess my love was not exciting enough 
To keep a wanderer like you with me