The only really perfect love is one that gets away.
— The Residents, "Perfect Love"
"I had a love, and my love was fair,
Fair as a summer's dawn.
I lost my love, I never knew where,
Suddenly she was gone.
The West Wind stirred the meadow
The night she slipped away,
And I seem to glimpse her shadow
When the West Wind brushes the day."
— Savory, One Touch of Venus, "West Wind"