And if I put forth to you that Love was never the problem, that its something I quite truly do feel for you...that I truly do share the same essence of the eternal euphoria you want us to stay trapped in...but am unable to fully express that to you for I am poor. For I am poverty stricken and void of the time to express what you so deeply want to hear and see. I am void of the resources you want from me. For if I did possess this time you want I would tell you of the energy I do not have. I have no strength to express to you this love. And in a world where I did, what shall we say of the hard cash you so desire to be the recipient of? That though it may not come in that form, the many gifts and random tokens of affection are things which I am systematically unable to cater. In these rags and bonds of capitalism, let it be known that I do love you...am just not able to express it. And for that...my dear darling...I am not to be blamed. To be full of love but void of resources is all I am truly guilty of.
