Love Hurts

It hurts n hurts n hurts, There is an unexpected token; There were dots n dots n dots, By which I have been nearly broken. The rules n regulations for us like a naught: For the real winged love was caught, We have had exultantly barking news: Why u n me are often in the blues: For the poison of our passion with each mile Has been bringing a beggar style; Now it is understandable for us why In our breathing there is a blushing sigh. 7 January 2013