Fluff is how we measure the love
Between your heart and mine...

Now you're *ahem* seventy
You're wise but never old...

The shock violently strikes
I gasp, inhale sharply...

I can't write in colour here
But you'll know what I mean...

Quiet contemplation
My reflection in glass like a ghost...

Lay me down here
And put me to rest...

There you go my sweetheart
Here is my last tear...

Kitty is a thoughtful lady
She doesn't like to cast aspersions...

Yes, you have the power
But it's based on money and lies...

Symbolic etchings of happy and sadness
Drenched with significance upon my canvas...

I slip into your inky blackness
You steal away my despair...

Icy extremities chill chambers
That once they set alight...