The suns gone dim and the moons gone black. For I loved him and he didnt love back.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it and it darts away.

I wont telephone him. Ill never telephone him again as long as I live. Hell rot in hell before Ill call him up. You dont have to give me strength God I have it myself. If he wanted me he could get me. He knows where I am. He knows Im waiting here. Hes so sure of me so sure. I wonder why they hate you as soon as they are sure of you.

InventoryFour be the things I am wiser to knowIdleness sorrow a friend and a foe.Four be the things Id been better withoutLove curiosity freckles and doubt.Three be the things I shall never attainEnvy content and sufficient champagne.Three be the things I shall have till I dieLaughter and hope and a sock in the eye.

In youth it was a way I hadTo do my best to please.And change with every passing ladTo suit his theories.But now I know the things I knowAnd do the things I doAnd if you do not like me soTo hell my love with you.

By the time you swear youre hisShivering and sighing.And he vows his passion isInfinite undying.Lady make note of this --One of you is lying.