You were my angel-nymph; my sweet child love.
Curious as a wild cat catching rats
In my tender moments you’d kick and shove
All Cheshire cat grin with your hair in plaits.
Don’t run from the madman my butterfly,
I know you think of it when you sob nightly,
I’ll drive you underneath the summer sky
Feed you sundaes, see those eyes burn brightly.
You are my only one confession.
With your chestnut hair and lips of scarlet
Pixie, you taught me the hardest lesson.
You dance rings around me my little starlet
In the night I can still hear you crying.
My Lolita, can you hear me dying?