I WROTE lots of trash about Cupid, And the telling bewitchment of curls, And that men were excessively stupid To be madly devoted to girls. I remarked that true love was unstable, As compared with position or pelf, 'Till one day I met you, little Mabel, And learned what it felt like, myself! Don't read all the things I have written When I knew that my heart was my own, But since I confess I am smitten, Read these little verses alone. And sincerely I trust I'll be able To convince you, you sly little elf, To grant me your heart, little Mabel, And learn what it feels like yourself! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LIFE'S PARALLELS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET: 106 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE BEFORE PARTING by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE MADRIGAL by STANISLAUS JEAN DE BOUFFLERS THE HARVEST by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT SONG OF THE OPEN LAND by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TRANSFORMATION by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |