Rosalie, my baby,

　　My mature, love open, baby,

　　Dressed, in red, little frilly clothes,

　　The metaphor for many things,

　　In this place we crossed paths,Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

　　Your fate, tied with the world`s,

　　To capture it here,

　　To pierce through the veil,

　　Would be a blasphemy,

　　To reveal it here would a disrespect ,

　　And to value it higher would be a disservice,

　　Under lock and key,

　　Wrapped in warning signs,

　　I can`t help shake my head,

　　On a good day this would look gentle,

　　On a good day it would be soft,

　　Alas& Game, okay, I`m out,

　　I just came to drop that off,

　　People are always busy with work,

　　To live it, to be tested,

　　But it came for me,

　　And I`m glad to blow it into the wind,

　　Enjoy my children,

　　Come play.