All in a Night's Work
Do you love me with all your heart?Yes!
Then give it to me.
What, my love?
No, your heart.
He did, and she took it.
Left him heartless, dead.
To another: Do you love me with all your soul?
Yes!
Then give it to me.
What, dear heart?
No, your soul.
He did, and she took it.
Left him soul-less living dead.
To another: Do you love me with all your mind?
Yes!
Then give it to me.
What, dear heart and soul of mine?
No, your mind.
He did, and she took it.
Left him – nothing – in his head.
To another: Do you love me with all you are?
Yes!
Then give it to me.
What, dear heart, my soul, my every thought?
Yes, all of them.
He did, and she took them all –
then left him, empty, shell of what he was
and is no more.
Thoughtfully, the damsel left
full-laden with her bag of tricks,
good poker hand,
a pair of hearts,
two souls (a pleasant mix)
and random thoughts from their –
ahh, never mind from where –
just in case some foolish lad
considers her a heartless one --
(she has one left to share);
or cold, without a soul (so sad)
as animals, or plants, or stone;
she has another just as fair.
And with the many thoughts she found
where wit and humor – love – abound
she takes from each what good she can
to make a TRUE, imperfect man.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-01-10 at 10:39
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