And where she laid her head at night Became temporarily her new home On the terrace, alone, embarrassed Diamond eyes, color moonstone Lady of lambent, your radiance flickers Like last drip, on candle wick Facade of smiles drown in cordial liquors Life's not what you make it, but how you handle it Delicate, petite, discreet in vacuous streets Opticals of obdurant, obstacles with consequence Stubborn plagues a rightous soul I pray you find your home