To Bruggio, Love Fantine (A Sonnet)

Oh father, yes I know you wish the best,
But don't you see? This doll will never do!
Her hair's not brown, and look at how she's dressed.
Her eyes are not the proper shade of blue.

I want my Molly, not some pretty toy.
Not some cheap replacement for the pain
That's never been made fun of by the boys
And never spent a night out in the rain.

My Molly's not a perfect doll, by far,
And that's what makes her special, dad, to me.
I know you've worked the forge so very hard
To earn the gold to buy this luxury.

You want to be a father and a friend?
Then know, a young girl's love is not pretend.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Phaestian, in the year 417 AF.