There was a lonely time when lovers were rampant. I mean rampant. It was like, there was this race to compete, to conquer and to find someone to marry? Really marry again. And then, just like that, none of the quest mattered. For those who I did conquer, or they conquered me, for a while, it was never intended, ever to create spoiled love affairs. There was a peaked loneliness, I imagine, that faded, like our night stars and our night lovers. Poof!

There was a lonely time when lovers were rampant. I mean rampant. It was like, there was this race to compete, to conquer and to find someone to marry? Really marry again. And then, just like that, none of the quest mattered. For those who I did conquer, or they conquered me, for a while, it was never intended, ever to create spoiled love affairs. There was a peaked loneliness, I imagine, that faded, like our night stars and our night lovers. Poof!

There was a lonely time when lovers were rampant. I mean rampant. It was like, there was this race to compete, to conquer and to find someone to marry? Really marry again. And then, just like that, none of the quest mattered. For those who I did conquer, or they conquered me, for a while, it was never intended, ever to create spoiled love affairs. There was a peaked loneliness, I imagine, that faded, like our night stars and our night lovers. Poof!