Be quiet. I'm thinking. Don't interrupt. I'm thinking of her once more It's past three in the morning. I know I should be asleep by now But I don't know how When she's knocking on the door Of my recollection. Of course, I no longer love her, At least, that's what I've been telling myself with conviction These days and perhaps since a few months ago. One think I do know For sure is that I stop feeling sad When I think of her. For that I am really glad. Now and then she comes back to my mind As she is now doing, but I feel fine. She just helps me be more resolved in feeling strong And avoid being wrong about women. My mistress, my elderly duchess, has a point. She said, "Roberto, mi amor, look at you, A handsome man should not be sad Because of women. Please don't be mad At what I just said as it was true." Methinks she is absolutely right. Ever since she's been on board, I feel nice inside, Serene, calm, and patient. And I should be so. After all, she loves me with no expectation Of monetary benefits. I hate to crow, But she really loves me. All she wants is for me to look good and wealthy So all my exes would see That they were stupid in leaving me. Thus, she dotes on me and gives me more than money. But, why am I writing at three in the morning With an aching, ill-defined feeling? Wissai/ NKBa' March 17, 2012.