I hear there is snow in old Blighty, A calamity, Oh gawd almighty! What will the Brits do When their noses turn blue As the Goddess of love Aphrodite She was born of the sea, don’t you know
Please don’t steal my spirit, or take my will to write. Don’t send me spiraling and steer me from the light. You know I cannot fight my demons way down there,
The Circus Behold, The Greatest Show on Earth. Live entertainment for the hoards. Each candidate reveals their worth; hustling for the House of Lords. The biggest circus of them all
He came alive with each drop of ink from Emily’s pen. Through her words his image formed in my young mind. Wild, strong and fearless. Romantic in an anguished, cruel way.