Macrae, firstly, she is beautiiful. She is fresh, she is new,...

Macrae, firstly, she is beautiiful. She is fresh, she is new, she is vibrant and full of promise.

Yes I am talking about the gorgeous girl in your post but in a clever and roundabout way I am also talking about our mutual love, EXT.

She is my deliverance from evil. She is my pennance for past sins, she is my hope, my salvation.

She is like all my other loves and yet she is unique. I cannot predict her, I cannot know from one day to the next how she will react.

When Monday comes she's Tuesday, when Tuesday comes she's Wednesday into another day again. Her personality unwinds just like a ball of twine on a spool that never ends.

Just when I think I know her well, her emotions reveal she's not the person that I thought I knew, she's a complicated lady so colour my baby moody blue.

Oh, Moody blue, tell me am I gettin' through
I keep hangin' on, Try to learn the song
But I never do.

Oh, Moody blue, Tell me who I'm talkin' to. You're like the night and day, and it's hard to say, Which one is you.

EXT, I love you.