To Lolita Poem by al moye

TO LOLITA
Oh, that I were above
In the heavenly factory above
To view him create
His duty so sacred

Oh, that I could talk
And wish him to halt
To listen to my will
Then turn to continue still

That her gentle face
Could be brought to surface
Molded in an extra forge
The face of an angel its touch

That instead of a voice
There could be a choice
To create a sonata
Pure like perfect ether

That her heart could be a gorge
Slowly and skillfully forge
To be filled with desire
A fire that never expire

And her body a cover
Smoothened and graced all over
By fine grains of sapphire
That can never expire

And that I could know
That this beautiful show
This gem of perfection
Could be my possession.