Wednesday, April 18, 2012

A Spanish Echo


A Spanish Echo



Casanova came by,
Took note of the scene,
Played a lover of the serene,
Always giving love so keen.

Casanova left here,
Took you to bed again,
Glorified love in heavens name,
Two times a day, no pain.

Casanova was found,
Overtaken by the passions strain,
Of making love to you again,
You were like an express train.

Casanova buried now,
Eulogy to a prolific lover,
Killed by a Scottish, single mother,
Broke him more than any other.





And yes, I do realise that Casanova was Italian.