If i must be satisfied

My chandelier must be tall
It mustn’t shatter to a fall.
It’s my faithful doll,
My night shawl,
Bold.

It has no bad sentiment to haul
My hidden smug can now sprawl.
It’s my faithful doll,
My night shawl,
Cold.

When I silently put through a
Call
Satisfaction came with loll.
It’s my faithful doll,
My night shawl,
Gold.

Vera