Gratifying amnesia comes over
How easy to slip into devoid
Weren't we once friends Mr. Freud?
Tickled pink hysteria which drove her
Days laid in, loved in, ****** red clover

Crazy is as crazy does, only eye of beholder
How might we look past, see forward?
Without channeling her inner Ms. Crawford
I'm a miff and can only shrug shoulder
For I love her still, but laugh just the bolder

Clearly no clarity to lovelorn situation
How forsaken feels much dejection
Not knowing how or why such selection
So I accept my due eternal damnation
But by hell will I accept crimson castration

Clover in bloom, once again, awaits