Portrait of Adele Bloch Bauer


Your dark hair

Your bright skin, so pail

Oh, Adele

Your wild eyes

Your pinky chicks, your smell

Oh, Adele

So shy you can't hide

I wish it's not our farewell

Please, Adele

Your lips are taking me

Out of this jail

Please, Adele

Would you remember us?

Would you fail?

Why, Adele

Should I forget you?

Should I put you for sale?

Why, Adele?

I have to cover you

With many colors, with my pastel

Come, Adele

Your lean combined hands

What do they tell?

Come, Adele

Stay with me

You are like a spell

Stay, Adele.










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