When I dream of a future in her arms no dark days appear' not even a head cold, and though I know it's nonsense I really believe we would always be happy and that our children would change the world.
I sound like those soldiers who dream of home . . .
No. She'd vanish for days at a time and I'd weep. She'd forget we had any children and leave me to take care of them. She'd gamble our house away at the Casino, and if I took her to live in France she'd grow to hate me.
I know all this and it makes no difference.
She'd never be faithful.
She'd laugh in my face.
First love. Lust.
My passion can be explained away. But this is sure: whatever she touches, she reveals.