She is but a child,
My beautiful creation.
I will nourish her.
She will be magnificent.
I've ripped my soul out
And gave it to her.
She'll serve my purpose.
She is what I can't be.
Like a raging storm,
She'll live as I do
But only if I dream;
Lucky worlds we're in.
Then one beautiful day,
Our worlds will blend;
Hovering clouds will bow
Promptly saluting us.
