Saddened once again, I found myself
Miserably perched upon my throne,
Hands hiding my eyes that were filled
With tears, a weary head, I was
Hopelessly lost upon my most beloved
Porcelain queen!
And, what tales she would have to hear,
From a soul emptying what all it can
Not bear.  And, what numerous tears
Will each green eye spill?
Oh, dearest porcelain queen!  Alas!
Lend me your strong and comforting
Seat as I unleash all of my woes upon
Thee!  For thou art the only companion
Left who still loves me!
So, hear now my saddened tales of woe
As the numerous tears, flowing enough
To fill the deep wide blue sea, flow, flow,
So slowly flow down a pale cheek they all
Must hopelessly go, each one expressing
A deep inner sadness, but only thee shall
Ever know.
But, shall I only part from thee with great
Sadness?  Oh, no!  I shall gladly thank ye
By bearing sweet gifts that I gently lay upon
Thy white wooden seat, from a
Broken heart made now a bit more
Cheerful by the shedding of tears and by
The unveiling of many heartfelt secrets
And longings, I place upon upon thy
Seat a little yellow wildflower, softly
Whispering, "For thee and how thou hadst
Comforted me within the last hour."