100 Hours

About six years ago, I spent a day
And night & morning with a girl I know
We had a lovely time: film, a meal
And drinks, then...Well, moving on, I fasted
After this for four-days plus: it lasted 
For one hundred hours, in fact! But, how
Or why that happened, still I cannot say...

"If music be the food of love, play on!"
Lies, damn lies, statistics; Shakespeare; bollocks!
For, What if Love were music, life & food
Itself, instead of just an illness, mood
Obsession or caprice? I'd feast upon 
Her dazzling eyes & smile. Her Gothic locks,
Then sing my songs of Love She cannot feel...

L. A. Barron


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