And it overwhelms every breath.
When my heart beats, it beats for her.
When I drink, I drink to her health.
When I dine, I say grace to her being.
When I walk, it's toward her.
When I fall, it's for her.
When I laugh, my happiness is hers.
When I cry, it's for her pain.
When I sing, I sing for her alone.
When I die, it is of broken heart.
When I die, it is with her in mind.
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The Bedpost
A series of notches.
I go through women like I go through bottles of hair product.
But I always remember to keep a bottle of whisky by the bed,
for the one I love, truly love,
will have nothing to do with me.
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