My mind is as fast as the bullet-train and,
My cat is as hairy as Esau;
But my ideas are as thinkable as the scientists,
So why do you want to be a beneficence to human nature?
What do i have to eat when there isn't much left for me?
For you are Ethel and i am Edward;
And like the muse of your love that was exposed to me.
What kind of food do you eat?
What type of car do you drive?
What is the taste of your muse?
What is the colour of your house?
What is the measure of your love?
Is it natural, herbal or spiritual?
For the world around us is chainging,
And whatever is offered is received with lyrical gratitude.
Ethel and Edward,
And of the flashes of the light and the darkness of the night;
But it cannot be easy always in this life,
However the spirit of love is moving on to satisfy us on this earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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