Standing in the red light of a bourbon street French quarter. Where I met a Spanish porter who obliged me with his grin. He asked me for my time, I said, "I'd take a glass of wine".
Life leads the thoughtful woman. On a path of many findings. Finding her own companion. From a cast of many thousands. . Well, for you my love, my melancholy love.
At any given moment. You could be gone. I swear, I need a weather vane. A sweeter warning. . Of all the roles I've taken. There isn't anyone. That I wouldn't play.