Oh, spare me, Love! Donít burst inside my chest!
Allow me to distribute what you gave me!
Filled to the brim and stripped of all my rest,
Iím blessed to know that you enslaved me.
Simplicity, how great youíve grown to be!
Neither, too plain nor too complex in essence.
How come you chose to show yourself to me,
When millions are craving for your presence?
How come the holiest of churches lack your will?
And purest wine cannot bring out your flavor?
How come the feeling that you make me feel,
Was absent, on Last Supper, from the table?
As long as uniform still differs from unique,
Iíll feed the universe with verses from my beak!
†I fell in love and kept on falling
[This message has been edited by Master (edited 12-18-1999).]