I wrote this poem a while ago(n i think I posted it once),but at times like these when there is so much uncertainty and ill-will in the air,I decided to post it again.
Let it be known that no matter the outcome of this current brouhaha(be it demotion to Serie C or revocation of Scudettoes)I will never love another.
I love the Old lady,
and I do not know why;
I can't profer a reason,
no matter how hard I try.
This love has got a depth,
beyond all i've ever known;
It's rooted in my recesses,
and mired in my bones.
When she rejoices I know a joy,
far beyond compare;:superhapp
When she hurts my sole companions;
gripping sadness and despair.
:depressed
But I'll stick with my love no matter what;
sunny morn or pitch-dark night,
My mind 's made up:notlisten ,my heart belongs
to my dearest black and white.
Let it be known that no matter the outcome of this current brouhaha(be it demotion to Serie C or revocation of Scudettoes)I will never love another.
I love the Old lady,

and I do not know why;
I can't profer a reason,
no matter how hard I try.
This love has got a depth,
beyond all i've ever known;
It's rooted in my recesses,
and mired in my bones.
When she rejoices I know a joy,
far beyond compare;:superhapp
When she hurts my sole companions;
gripping sadness and despair.


But I'll stick with my love no matter what;
sunny morn or pitch-dark night,
My mind 's made up:notlisten ,my heart belongs
to my dearest black and white.
