When I seek asylum from distress And Love gently takes me 'neath its wing, I'm numb to the pain of loneliness, My heart becomes immune to its sting,
Fleeting are the memories of sad tears Cried in moonlit hours of solitude While a host of feathered balladeers Offer their orchestral interlude
I vaguely recall the sleepless nights That were spent soothing my anguished heart, Forcing my spirit to soar to heights Where angels their mercy might impart
No longer is my fate predicted In the sad song of the mourning dove; I'm drugged .... and hopelessly addicted To the divine ****** that is Love!