The Blue-Eyed Giant, the Miniature Woman and the Honeysuckle He was a blue-eyed giant,
He loved a miniature woman.
The woman's dream was of a miniature house with a garden where honeysuckle grows in a riot of colours that sort of house.
The giant loved like a giant, and his hands were used to such big things that the giant could not make the building, could not knock on the door of the garden where the honeysuckle grows in a riot of colours at that house.
He was a blue-eyed giant, he loved a miniature woman, a mini miniature woman.
The woman was hungry for comfort and tired of the giant's long strides.
And bye bye off she went to the embraces of a rich dwarf with a garden where the honeysuckle grows in a riot of colours that sort of house.
Now the blue-eyed giant realizes, a giant isn't even a graveyard for love: in the garden where the honeysuckle grows in a riot of colours that sort of house...
