Since all of the love poems in this are about real
women I have made up names which scan
approximately where the real ones appeared in the
original. They know who they are as they all saw the
poems I wrote when I wrote them. And if any of you
object, my darlings, you will have to sue me. I hope
however that these lines, should you read them again,
will not enrage you but will make you feel happier
and more secure, will warm your souls, and remember
that I loved you and still do, for I do not subscribe to
the Law of Limited Good. The poems are purposely
out of time order to confuse the analytical. And some
of them date from before 2004, scraps of paper or recreated
from the misty past.