I LOVE my lady with a deep purple love; She fascinates me like a fly Struggling in a pot of glue. Her eyes are grey, like twin ash-cans, Just emptied, about which still hovers A dainty mist. Her disposition is as bright as a ten-cent shine, Yet her kisses are tender and goulashy. I love my lady with a deep purple love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: BENJAMIN PANTIER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS O, BREATHE NOT HIS NAME! by THOMAS MOORE THE VICAR by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED AVE ATQUE VALE; IN MEMORY OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE GOODS TRAIN AT NIGHT by KENNETH H. ASHLEY THE OLD SCOTTISH CAVALIER by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |