"Dulcinea" is based upon the life and faith of a good friend of mine, and will go on to tell how her story relates to the book of Hosea :)

Dulcinea

On lonely nights, now and then
I’d dress up in mama’s cardigan
And sing in hopes that someone would sing back to me
On the balcony Don Quixote stood
and I, his lady Aldonza would
laugh with ease at how lovely it feels to be wanted. 
For he’d call to me Dulcinea, saying,
“If I reach out to thee,
Do not tremble and shrink
From the touch of my hand on thy hair.”
And I could swear I felt fingertips 
emerge from the air…
and it was true.
I was Dulcinea.
thank you.

I was 10 when we left South Korea for Singapore
Before I knew much about walls and wars
I’d gone and emptied out my drawers
And searched for friendly ghosts in the rearview
For my place in the home I once knew
And though I did love her
I pledged allegiance to another
Chasing down a mirage of promise took me far from my country
To one that didn’t want me

{more verses, and a bridge here to come!}

On a Sunday morning, in a back pew
I look up and wonder who
would have put the words there just for me?
Through stained glass, a spotlight
Upon shame that I cannot hide 
before I feel love like liquid sink into my skin
I wish for my cardigan disguise
I look down, for who am I
To stand before the King with nothing to give.
But You whisper Dulcinea, saying,
“If I reach out to thee,
Do not tremble and shrink
From the touch of my hand on thy hair.”
And I could swear I felt fingertips 
emerge from the air…
You are true.
And I, your Dulcinea, say,
thank you.

Alexandra Buzzini