That Was What I Wanted, But I

Was There Ever A Trap To Match The Trap Of Love?

The Past Is Obdurate.

Never's The Word God Listens For When He Needs A Laugh.

Calling It A Simple Schoolgirl Crush Was Like Saying A Rolls-royce Was A Vehicle With Four Wheels, Something Like A Hay-wagon. She Did Not Giggle Wildly And Blush When She Saw Him, Nor Did She Chalk His Name On Trees Or Write It On The Walls Of The Kissing Bridge. She Simply Lived With His Face In Her Heart All The Time, A Kind Of Sweet, Hurtful Ache. She Would Have Died For Him.

The World Had Moved On And All That Was Over, Done Before Fairly Begun.