She Wears The Jewellery That I Make

a trove of silver for my heart's sake

the gems I form and bake

deep in my gut, formed by my very soul's quake

she wears the jewellery that I make

she wears my tears like a crown

and she performs each smile, each grimace, each frown

like a prima ballerina resplendent in a pearly gown

spun around as she goes about town

the men catcall, tell her to perform

but she's lightning, a raging storm

she's the rain that comes down swift and warm

each movement a hornet's swarm

and she dances like the devil's there

a kick, a turn, a flounce, a flare

today wrapped in silk, tomorrow bare

she's your lover, manager, lawyer, au pair

so she'd shine like Eos with saffron wings

I gave her shoes my own heart strings

and tied her dress with mountain springs

and bound her hair with golden rings

I gave what no one else could take

each a song I sang for her own sake

that men would bow and beg and shake

she wears the jewellery that I make

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