My precious white Dahlia,
With the long silky hair,
That has entered my world
And suddenly hell has become fair

All those nasty vultures,
Are like delicate nightingales to me.
And the vicious tiger,
Is a small kitten that chases the bee.

No man, but a flower -
Has won my heart.
Its simplicity and radiant beauty -
To my eyes - a work of art.