I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
|Dylan Thomas in a diamond point polka dot silk printed bow tie|
|Pablo Neruda in a chalk stripe suit and neck tie|
|William Butler Yeats in his oversized bow ties.|