I asked her, What would it take to win thy heart?
and she replied,
Destroy three of your poems for me
and then I’ll know that you love me times three
Destroy six of your poems for me
and then I’ll know, that I’m all you need for glee
But destroy ten of your poems for me
and I should know, that you love me and only me
And destroy all of your poems for me
and then I’d know, that you destroyed a world, all for me
Then and only then, will my heart belong to thee.
And so I replied to my love to be,
Your heart’s too pricy for the likes of me,
Go sell your heart to him who wills to work for free,
For while thy sings the praises of thy gallantry,
Thy forgets the heart that sings these words to thee,
Weighing no less, it has offered itself up for free.
and she replied unhesitatingly,
Tis why thy heart’s not worth a dime
And tis why my heart’s worth the crime.
And so, with loneliness do I confess,
that this poem, is all that I posses.
excellent. absolutely excellent.
Bloody magnificent!
A
whereas i usually harrass people to losy the old timeyness flavor of poetry this is very well done.
I had a hunch that even the likes of Alexis might dig this.
Thanks everyone. 