Friday, April 01, 2005
I came so far for beauty
I left so much behind
My patience and my family
My masterpiece unsigned
I thought I'd be rewarded
For such a lonely choice
And surely she would answer
To such a very hopeless voice
I practiced all my sainthood
I gave to one and all
But the rumours of my virtue
They moved her not at all
I changed my style to silver
I changed my clothes to blackAnd where I would surrenderNow I would attackI stormed the old casinoFor the money and the fleshAnd I myself decidedWhat was rotten and what was freshAnd men to do my biddingAnd broken bones to teachThe value of my pardonThe shadow of my reachBut no, I could not touch herWith such a heavy handHer star beyond my orderHer nakedness unmanned
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