>>49536696
My dearest Crow, how could I write
Something to voice my feelings' might?
Lately I've heard, somebody told,
That if my love was pure and true,
Then single egg, made full of gold,
Would, sometime soon, be laid by You.

But Aya, Dear, please, would You tell,
What worth is there to golden shell?
Its shine is dull next to your eyes,
It can't make sounds of caws I crave,
With no future, uncracked it lies,
Heavy and cold, like stone of grave.

I would rather have egg that is such:
From its yolk's gold new life will hatch!
Since I want more "You" to exist,
To yet further You, Love, adore,
And my joy would through death persist,
If You wanted "me" to be more.