Lamp, you are an enchanting one
A hideous one besides
Your tortoiseshell exterior shines
Against the stark reason of morning
And complements even the silkiest afternoons
Causing one to comment, how precious
And another to explain, I can hardly bear it
Or I wish it were mine
The gemstones encrusted on your shade
Supposedly found in catacombs
Are the kind given to mothers
When I leave, you are still on