That's very endearing: I'm minded of some lines from a poem I wrote once, 30 years ago -
Caught, like last night's moth,
You fluttered round and round,
Desperate in your addiction ...
And something I penned only 10 years ago or so:
- Later, the cars ran away from my window,
Sadness whispered from their tyres.....
.....While the night sea flirts
With the wind
And the walls
And a wistful Wide Water -
Like lovers on tiptoe
Hope you and yours are keeping and living and loving well.
- William Blake (And he wasn't born yesterday, either ..... )