What Was It All About Alfie

“What was it all about Alfie?” Yes, there was a time I didn`t think of a woman’s feeling they were an object only of my desires. Then love came as did rejections and sleepless nights. What were the tears for when the dance was over she believed in me. This infatuation so slows at growing up for a time I visited prostitutes much easier that way but not really it left me empty inside and living in fear of Sexually transmitted illnesses not to forget, the self-loathing. Of course, slow as a man is in those matters it took a woman to teach me that love doesn`t grow on trees like pears but is nursed through the heart transmitted through the eyes when you meet. Love is the only things that matter the rest is a waste of life as blood runs down a wall in a bombed out city in Syria