| A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man Would sleep on a board |
| D.H LAWRENCE |
| She opened up a book of poems, And handed it to me It was written by an Italian poet, From the fifteenth century And every one of them words rang true, And glowed like burning coal Pouring off of every page Like it was written in my soul |
| From the song TANGLED UP IN BLUE by BOB DYLAN |