Why is the only inspiration Love?
The world is full of horror and beauty,
That should make us cry to the Gods above,
And fulfill artistic holy duty.
For all my plays and your masterful art,
How did we end up in hate and alone?
You look for a girl to enact a part,
And I for a male to throw me a bone.
We both could make a shrink really wealthy,
Trying to find happiness at our age.
We’ve never had a romance that’s healthy,
And didn’t die in disappointed rage.
I hope these are the last lines you inspire,
And we find new Muses to light our fire.