Thursday, April 16, 2009
She Told Me Her Name
She finally told me her name.
She shall be called, "Delilah."
She is the nubile, young object of the songwriter's obsession. "Oh, what you do to me." When you love her, you don't mind the laughter of your friends because you know that "none of them has felt this way" and "a thousand miles seems pretty far, but they've got planes and trains and cars; I'd walk to you if I had no other way."
But she's more than that--more than just a willowy, young thing.
She is a temptress of Biblical proportions who will have her way. Sampson, shorn of his locks, will become as weak as any other man if he abandons himself fully to her wiles. It matters not if you can slay thousands of Philistines with the jaw bone of an ass. Delilah will empty you.
She is Delilah.
Let it be written.
Let it be done.