Last night I said goodbye to a lady,
One I most dearly loved
Her dusted face smiled at me
With proportion and grace from above.
Her soft pink skin, furry limbs beamed wide,
Fifty five by thirty three, . . she's a giant also inside.
Her copper cornice and glass clerestory,
And cool basement floor bricks,
That took the edge off a fiery summer,
And held heat when snow felled thick.
With steel beams I lifted high,
A garden wall built by my two hands,
Twelve huge timbers I craned in place,
And laid across her span.
The stones I cut to match her face . .
Her cornice lips I designed,
A figure fitting for a lady's place,
No finer craft could one find.
And when I laid upon her bed . . and looked up at all the stars,
I was lulled to sleep by the breeze instead, and the sounds of distant cars.
It's hard to admit I loved a building, I loved her with all my heart
Her masonry and beams are a piece of me, but now our love has grown apart.
I sold her to another man, he bought her away from me. .
She wasn't even at the closing, to loan some sympathy.
I parted with her keys this morning, now another must bury his heart.
Into her beauty he'll be pouring, his fortune and his art.
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