Such short-life one does have. With just one chance to make it right. Much triviality complex and redundant. Adding spices to an otherwise bland and tasteless trial.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Oh my beloved, how often do I say I love thee with all my heart Yet with ease the words play on my lips But in fact, the song in the heart plays a different tune. For alas, the love is but a shadow replaced.