Her disease, it said,
'Dark around and within,
But outside, far outside, it's all light.'
'I'm a beggar,
My richness, my excitement, my genital,
All that shines outside,
I am empty.'
Somebody wrote me,
It was in response to a YouTube video;
He commented upon an up-load,
One where I read some love lyrics of mine.
The writer said that a man my age should be content -
Say with a garden or maybe a grandchild or two;
He claimed that romance is
A wild and an often fruitless labor,