How Many Lovers

An angel - I have to offer her protection,
a miscarriage of justice brought insurrection,
each mark was a record never to be erased,
things went pear-shaped, separated as I gazed.

Draught excluder, really laughed because of her,
now, three times you did not deny me, purr, purr, purr,
I still have to collect, gather, a black silk shirt,
which one, black eyebrows, didn't you want to hurt.

The weather was fair, always a long way down,
but sometimes neuroses made you feel like a clown,
an interlude may not be best, another close shave,
now I'm happy with all the wonderful love madame gave.

We all have our memories, as most of us may strive,
but with madame, I must be the luckiest man alive.