Madeline Violet has come down to
A pinpoint of passion possessed by her
Destined to be the sweet husk of a
Eternally living through birth after
Love her -- this angel that innocent
Into the world, though not by her will!
Now in the grasp of your wisdom and
Enduring her first tastes of beauty and
Vested in you is a trust none can
Immense as a universe, vast as a
Of the bonfire of being, one brief, playful
Lovely with longing so frail one must
Even as you vow more love than you
The angel is dancing to music below.