How dare the Premier. Ignore my invitations?. He'll have to go. So too the bunch. He luncheons with. It's second. On my list. Of things to do. At the top. I'm stopping by. Your place of work. And acting like. I haven't dreamed. Of you and I. And marriage. In an orange grove. You are the only thing. In any room. You're ever in. I'm stubborn. Selfish and too old. I sat you down. And told you how. The truest love. That's ever found. Is for oneself. You pulled. Apart my theory. With a weary. And disinterested sigh. So yes I guess. I'm asking you. To back a horse. That's good for glue. And nothing else. But find a man. That's truer than. Find a man. That needs you. More than I. Sit with me a while. And let me. Listen to you. Talk about. Your dreams. And your obsessions. I'll be quiet. And confessional. The violets. Explode inside me. When I meet your eyes. Then I'm spinning. And I'm diving. Like a cloud. Of starlings. Darling. Is this love?