As I walked down yonder the shops to go
My heart was pierced by Eros’ bow
And my eyes set sight on such a wonderful scene
I could swear I was asleep in the midst of a dream... more »
Patient: Doctor, please! I need a cure,
You cannot let this curse endure.
For six months now I’ve had no peace,
Is death alone my sweet release?
Doctor: Relax yourself and take a breath,
Why must youths escape to death?
For just before it cuts your fate,
You’ll come to love this world you hate.
So part with death and speak with ease,
Of how you met with this disease,
Who were you with, where were you then?
How can I cure without the ken?
Patient: Well, tragedies all start the same:
It’s simple bliss which...