"Fragile, like a baby in your arms, Be gentle with me, I'd never willingly do you harm. Apologies are all you seem to get from me. But just like a child, you make me smile when you care for me. And you knowIt's a question of lust, it's a question of trust. It's a question of not letting what we've built up crumble to dust. It is all of these things and more That keep us together."
January 1, 1970