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
[25-27/11/12]
