Daphne

Being an ice cold Diva, makes no sense to me, when she sings Ave Maria, high tragic in cheek bones, her voice an ocean deep, what resource she's shown, her laugh is for dreamers, like sunshine on the beach, yet hard as clam coquima, love she gave to lovers, to seamen and Cafe's, is far away as ever, in stances of believers, she is her own obituary, each morning retrieved, but no one lives alone, shes doesn't fool me, praying for her soul, before a cup of tea.