I have recently fallen madly in love and, in my joy, I have written a poem about him. It's very moving....

You have touched my heart with your prose, Willy Shakespeare could have done no better. Although you have touched my heart you have also broken it, There was a time when I thought....well perhaps.....you and I could become one, however, your heart is lost to another, a more deserving person, who cannot give you the things that I could, Smythe Hall, the chateaux in Normandy, the villa in Nice, and the holiday home is Antigua and the ski lodge is Gaast. My 200' yacht has no place in your heart neither does my private island near Greece or my private jet to get us there. All is lost, I am undone, there is nothing left, except to kill myself by eating a Big Mac and fries. Although I know in reality, that the poem was written for me when we resided in that filthy squat in Wolverhampton you called home that we shared with the 6 tramps and 3 wino's. I even loved the bed made from sheets of cardboard and old army greatcoats. How I miss the methylated spirit and sherry tails we shared in our love nest or the ciggy nub ends from the gutter. They say that time is a great healer, I doubt it, it is now time to say goodbye......