Post by wildguy2006 on Feb 8, 2003 15:15:23 GMT -5
Your picture which I have in hand
By itself could never stand
For in dimensions it does lack
The third and foremost of the pack
It will not kiss me on command
It can not love me on demand
And warmth, it can never imbue
To this pour soul who yearns for you
Torture me no more, my sweet
Pictures can’t such passions treat
And if they burn like mine do now
They need to be relieved some how
Thus to the truth I do adhere
That only you, my doctor dear
In three dimensions, can so clear
This burning which is so severe
So fly to me – do not delay
I cannot wait another day
And free me from these torments of
This raging three-dimension love
By itself could never stand
For in dimensions it does lack
The third and foremost of the pack
It will not kiss me on command
It can not love me on demand
And warmth, it can never imbue
To this pour soul who yearns for you
Torture me no more, my sweet
Pictures can’t such passions treat
And if they burn like mine do now
They need to be relieved some how
Thus to the truth I do adhere
That only you, my doctor dear
In three dimensions, can so clear
This burning which is so severe
So fly to me – do not delay
I cannot wait another day
And free me from these torments of
This raging three-dimension love
