Smiles of a Summer Night

-Why have I never been a young lover? Can you tell me that?

-My dear little girl… console yourself. There are only a few young lovers in the world. You could almost count them. Love has befallen them as a gift and a punishment.

-And the rest of us?

-The rest of us…

-What becomes of us?

-We invoke love, call it, beg for it, cry for it, try to mimic it… We think that we own it, we lie about it…

-But we don’t have it.

-No, my sugar pie. We are denied the love of loving. We don’t have the gift.

-Nor the punishment

-Nor the punishment.