Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Modern Loving – The Relative Grading Effect

There she was walking down the street
Her hair was the color of spring
In her eyes I saw my life
My desires, my aspirations take wing

That moment on I knew for sure
That we were meant to be
In sickness and health and all that was said
It was but a dream to me

Thereon life was a heady high
One shot after another
Till the day I barfed and said
“I believe this is the end of my tether”

In the grasp of incremental change I lay
In search of something far improved
Someone who could make me smile again
Someone to whom I’d be glued

And then....

There she was walking down the street
Her hair was the color of spring
In her eyes I saw my life
My desires, my aspirations take wing

Damn! This cycle shall never end
Your conscience it shall smother
For Love is but a delusion then
That one woman differs from another