Thought I would add a poem here, as anorak did last week.
The poem is by an American poet called Donald Justice - have chosen it for a variety of reason, one being that I didn't think many people would have heard it...
It is called Love's strategms:
But these maneuverings to avoid
The touching of hands,
These shifts to keep the eyes employed
On objects more or less neutral
(As honor, for time being, commands)
Will hardly prevent their downfall.
Stronger medicines are needed.
Already they find
None of their strategems have succeeded,
Nor would have, no,
Not had their eyes been stricken blind,
Hands cut off at the elbow.