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...FOUR THINGS [TO DO] by HENRY VAN DYKE MOST ANY BIT OF LANDSCAPE by JEAN CAMERON AGNEW QUATRAIN: HERRICK by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 26. AL-MUZIL by EDWIN ARNOLD ROBIN'S SECRET by KATHARINE LEE BATES |