There Are Almost As Many Kinds Of

Just Because Something Is Traditional Is No Reason To Do It, Of Course.

For Beatrice, Our Love Broke My Heart, And Stopped Yours.

Love Can Smack You Like A Seagull, And Pour All Over Your Feet Like Junk Mail.

A Bolt From The Blue.

But There Was More, As There Always Is When The Love Goes. She Was Haunted, Naturally. Otherwise What Is The Point, Why Leave Your Rickety House, And Why This Yo-yo World Giving Us Things And Yanking Them Back?