You lech, you loon, <br />my heart does swoon. <br />You madman, you fool, <br />play it oh so cool. <br /> <br />My heart, this head, <br />just get me to bed. <br />My hand, a thrust, <br />I fall deep, no fuss. <br /> <br />My shout, your moan, <br />if we could've known. <br />My words, false hate, <br />and again it's too late.<br /><br />Claudia Fitzgerald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-trouble-with-some-women-is-they-get-all-excited-about-nothing-and-then-they-marry-him-cher/
