A woman who knew nothing about poetry
Once asked me coquettishly
That I should write her a poem
Just to prove to her in the name
Of affection and perhaps love
I could glide on the wings of dove.
I told her poetry was not simple;
It took more than just being nimble
With words and having an ear for music.
Feelings got to be deep and terrific.
Unfortunately, I had none of those for her.
My words had to come from my heart torn asunder.
She cried, saying it wasn't fair
Since her feelings for me were too strong for her to bear
Especially at night alone in bed in her flat
While outside her window the full moon sat
Up high and shone in all its solitary splendor,
Making her heart flutter, wonder, and wander
(cont.)
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