Brought to bear

somewhere there lived her.
so many facets, six eyes, blonde
hair and stroke down;
i saw so many universes.

the worse day was the move,
the French breeze and I swong
down the alley to bear witness
and I was taken aback to her world.

brought to bear, to be on display,
I wagered my life was so sad
and wish for mediocre place
were I was.

did it happen? Escape,I broke to the place
I brought to bear and made to the door back;
mediocre but not important,
she, 6 blue eyes and hair of hay
was a star and a millionaire.