My heart often sings for you,
The eternal song of love.
If it ever touches your heart,
Come to me.
I will be waiting,
For all eternity.

so, like the ostrich you stuck
your head in the proverbial sand
(lily the merciless)-yes,

but in my defence-the position hopeless,
as thatcher defined the times,
there was no alternative..or is..

all that pain
and belittlement
you served me
day and night
when no one
was looking
made the little
man within you
feel much, much,
much bigger
but now you
stand before me
weeping
with no teeth
and the big man
within me
has forgiven you.