Fiddler on the Roof

My thoughts in disarray
All stacked ideas thrown asunder
With two sweet impressions
Invented
On my cheeks

Would you come
To admire your creations?
Would you come
To kiss and make them
Feel better about themselves?
Would you come?

Would you come
To love them
Like Pygmalion;
And fall in love
With your own
Imagining?

Would you come
Again?