a lover and the beatles

The replenishing water I had, has now gone, my toy of pleasure sits on the wooden boards, it looks strange there, it should be wrapped in a fine cloth and placed in the bottom portion of the closet. Perhaps because it is sunny again also, the object seems distracting and wrong to me. I yawn and think of yesterday and the beatles song `I don`t like you, but I love you...seems that I`m always thinking of you, oh oh oh, you treat me badly, I love you madly, you`ve really got a hold on me.` Of course I refer it to him as I think of these lyrics. Yet he hates the beatles, he always teased me about loving them so much and me him, about not liking them.