Lovely woman…


Lovely woman – thy ways are strange

Is there a limit to your madness’ range?

I try to get close, but only in vain

Since you act as if you were born in Spain.


The further I walk, the further you run,

Ever receding like the horizon.

Will you remain ever a distant dream

Like Mother Dairy milk’s elusive cream?

2nd March 1998


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