The Fiction Lover
You made it simple – suddenly simple for me,
So long caught up in life’s philosophy,
Like some character in Dostoevsky.
For you I could be a prince, handsome and tall.
And you with glittering gown, the beauty of the ball,
Adorned with jewels fair and brighter than them all.
The Obsequious Manipulator
If you should leave me now, my dearest dear,
You’d be a faithless jilt — a lady-cad —
For you are mine, and all the world may hear
The many proofs of that that I have had!
I’ve held the door for you, and you went through,
I've often helped you put your coat on too.
At picture times (there’s proof!) I've gently placed
My arm (you didn’t protest) around your waist.
The Conscientious One
She’s like a lovely island beach
Where gently laps the turquoise sea,
Where breadfruit grows in easy reach
And warm winds blow among the trees.
But I who see this sunlit land
And tell to you fair beauty’s tale,
Must not come near that golden sand
For she’s a beach, but I’m a whale.