A pantoum (and riddle) written as a gift to my love, given one year after our first date. |
To-Ashley I should be far more grateful Lesser loves should soon know envy But surely ours is one that is fateful While every love will surely vary Lesser loves should soon know envy Ours is one of such a very few While every love will surely vary This is one that must be true Ours is one of such a very few Very uncommon are those like yourself This is one that must be true As the devil is beggarly by comparison himself Very uncommon are those like yourself Even the angels are in astonishment As the devil is beggarly by comparison himself While I am with you, there is nothing to lament Even the angels are in astonishment You should be as me, for While I am with you, there is nothing to lament For me, don't let your heart be sore You should be as me, for Only you could be meant for me For me, don't let your heart be sore You and I shall always be Only you could be meant for me Unless by forces greater than death You and I shall always be You give my soul it's breath Unless by forces greater than death Lesser loves should soon know envy You give my soul it's breath I should be far more grateful |