Yesterday we quarreled; You gave me back my love And I accepted with a smile. I wasn't your type, I wasn't gay enough -- And a number of other reasons. I knew you were right. So I cleaned out my heart, I swept and dusted and garnished Until all was spick and span -- and empty -- And I was glad and relieved, Or I thought I was. And I gave you back your love, I didn't want it, either. There was too much pain in our happiness. My heart was breaking, breaking, Your life was so different I couldn't make you see it my way. Too many obstacles, Too many barriers That we didn't know how to get over. You wanted your freedom And you were glad and relieved -- Or you thought you were. But there was soft and lovely music, Tender words, coming from afar; We turned and looked into each other's eyes. Then I @3knew@1 -- the room in my heart I had thought so empty Was again inhabited by you And you almost burst its walls With the reinforcements you brought along. My heart was no citadel; You needn't have stormed it -- I cared so much before -- But that was all nothing, Compared with today. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 8 by EZRA POUND FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF JOHN KEATS' DEATH by SARA TEASDALE THE LADY AND THE SWINE by MOTHER GOOSE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 48 by OMAR KHAYYAM COWLEY: THE GARDEN by ALEXANDER POPE THE TAXI by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE MORAL FABLES: THE FOX, THE WOLF, AND THE HUSBANDMAN by AESOP |