The sun shines bright into your eyes. I've said "I love you" a thousand times. But I don't
think it's enough for your taste. The flowers on my bed weren't enough to say goodbye; I whisper
gently "waste my time". And like the butterflies; I'll come home to you. And as the ship
lands; I'll send out the SOS for you. This can't be real; I'm half way home. As the curtain closes
and I set down the script I hear faintly "action; on the set". The costume designers put
an end to this play A sick love written horror on a beautiful day.