Fur Lorraine

Lorraine, Lorraine -Oh beloved Lorraine you drain my pain, make my stained head sane. it's never the same with you Lorraine.
Forget the cheap liquor, because it's you that makes me weaker.
Your brilliance whenever you speak makes me meek, and your absence makes me weak and virtually sick.
Oh Lorraine- your beauty literally fades away my pain., with every embrace driving me insane.
How do I forget that with each passing day you're aging like the finest French wines, making me detest those that reek like swine's.
The last time we kissed a quiver ran down my spine- Oh what a priceless memory.
From your anonymous beloved
WB
it's so beautiful in my head.