Sometimes I fancy
I am a brilliant artist,
Yet my brilliances
Are only the answers virtually
Plagiarized
From my lover.
Had I met her, instantly,
The theses of my life might all be put out!
As my lover should scatter inspirations messily,
She must be stronger,
And would always make way for me--
"If you like it, take it!"
Since love is definitely
Self-hypnosis full of suggestions...
As if in a room full of Liszt
My etude
Is grabbed by her playfully
To play once for me.
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