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the working day is long gone
as i at my house arrive.
walking up the stairs,
i shout for my kiss to come down

i have another task for you
a small and simple thing to do:
i want you to brighten up
my Precious Weetie's morning
by surprising her with another touch

it sat there, on the stairs at the door,
leaning its head in its hands.
it looked up at me, blinked
and gazed at me an understanding look.
with its sweet voice it replied:

a lot of things changed
since the last time you sent me, master.
would this touch be enough?
would it make time go faster?

and i returned its look,
slowly shaking my head.
thinking over the contents
of what it said.

no, on both questions,
but there has to be something
a sign, a gesture,
anything for her to know
that she's on my mind constantly

i looked at the little thing
as a heart was its shape.
i patted its hat
and put the flowers neatly on top
and told him to hurry away
and unless he'd arrived
never to stop.

as fast as it could
it flew through the sky.
perfect memory of the way
it went the last time.
and after a while
in sight came that stairs
and it sat down
awaiting patiently
with rosy cheeks
leaning its head in its hands.

the butterfly on its nose
flew quickly away
when after a while the door opened
and the lady appeared in the doorstep.

the flowers in its hat
wove slowly in the wind
when he turned and rose
and faced the lady with a bright smile.

hello there Precious!
how are you today?
Your Weetie sent me here
he has another kiss to give away.
it won't make time go faster,
nor will my touch be enough.
But he wanted me to tell you
that you are on his mind
every minute of the day and night.

and as if it was a bit ashamed
of adding something
its master hadn't said
his rosy cheeks lit up a bit
and his cute voice whispered:

he's bothered by his imprisonment
in this thing called "place".
he would like to break free
to come and tell you face to face
that his love for you can't be captured
just because it's so big
that it wouldn't fit in any prison.

Then in a rosy mist
and a crystal laughter
a light touch on her forehead it left
and then off it was and away it went
leaving the joy and happiness
and the love that her Weetie sent.