Wandering through the city drunk <br />And beset with fever, <br />I carried gold earrings <br />In my breast pocket <br />To personally place <br />Into her ears, <br />I was delirious <br />Beneath cold stars, <br />I slept all night <br />In a rain-filled gutter <br />With dogs pissing on me like trash. <br /> <br />I was never <br />So desperately in love, <br />And I’ll never be again. <br /> <br />I was a candidate <br />For the insane asylum, <br />But I was exquisitely happy!<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gold-earrings/
