And I have never known her --
   this stranger who is my life,
I've called her by many names -- some
   best forgotten.
I have treated her like a simpering damp hole.
I have made of her a spoiled goddess,
   and after I have promised her eternity,
      then spat in her face,
   licked her feet,
      then trampled her garden,
   still, her right eye sparkles invitation,
      and again I am hopelessly lost.
Oh, my love -- some day we shall get it right.