Bugs in Amber
Familiarity it's true has got the best of me and you It's made us dull and flat and gray (why must it always be that way?) Is there nothing we can do to make love flourish?
Some shadowed moment I'll recall how once we had it all Such a sweet poetic boy you were my love my love--such joy Now these kind gifts are spent and we are left with the contempt that comes with friendship dried from passion.