Howard Firkin
The one that I was never to forget
was you; and though you grew to think it poor,
your choice was me, and back then, you were sure.
So what if love is flavoured with regret
and makes pain dark and sweet as wagtail song?
We've heard that song. We've known it all along.
was you; and though you grew to think it poor,
your choice was me, and back then, you were sure.
So what if love is flavoured with regret
and makes pain dark and sweet as wagtail song?
We've heard that song. We've known it all along.