O love is a jade of a wayward life; Sometimes she is gone at the whiff of a breath; Again she survives the most savage strife; Then often she scoffs in the face of death. Sometimes she will fight at the drop of the hat; And then she will take your cuffs and blows As tame as a household tabby-cat, And likes to be led by a string in her nose. Sometimes at the turn of hand, she is dead; Again at your tears she will laughingly flout. She's enough to drive a man out of his head; As for me, I will not have the creature about. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPEAKING TERMS by JAMES GALVIN THE LAST MAN'S CLUB by JAMES GALVIN GOSSAMER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RETROSPECT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: COLUMBUS CHENEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DECISION (APRIL 14, 1861) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |