There are three versions of this poem. only one of them is available on the internet. This first version is from the New Yorker in a 1941 issue. It is the earliest version and the one that is quoted all over the internet.
To My Valentine
by Ogden Nash (1902-1971)
More than a catbird hates a cat,
Or a criminal hates a clue,
Or the Axis hates the United States,
That's how much I love you.
I love you more than a duck can swim,
And more than a grapefruit squirts,
I love you more than gin rummy is a bore,
And more than a toothache hurts.
As a shipwrecked sailor hates the sea,
Or a juggler hates a shove,
As a hostess detests unexpected guests,
That's how much you I love.
I love you more than a wasp can sting,
And more than the subway jerks,
I love you as much as a beggar needs a crutch,
And more than a hangnail irks.
I swear to you by the stars above,
And below, if such there be,
As the High Court loathes perjurious oaths,
That's how you're loved by me.
The next version is the lyric of a song from the Broadway musical "One Touch of Venus" (1943) by Ogden Nash, J S Perelman and Kurt Weill. Nash wrote this lyric. It is not on the internet that I could find. I got it from the sheet music.
HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU
More than a catbird hates a cat,
Or a criminal hates a clue,
Or the Axis hates the United States,
That's how much I love you.
As a sailor's sweetheart hates the sea,
Or a juggler hates a shove,
As a wife detests unexpected guests,
That's how much you I love.
I love you more than a wasp can sting,
And more than a hangnail hurts.
I love you more than commercials are a bore,
And more than a grapefruit squirts.
I swear to you by the stars above,
And below, if such there be,
As a bride would resent a blessed event,
That's how you are loved by me.
More than a waitress hates to wait ,
Or a lioness hates the zoo,
Or a batter dislikes those called third strikes,
That's how much I love you.
As much as a lifeguard hates to swim,
Or a writer hates to read,
As Hays office frowns on low cut gowns,
That's how much you I need.
I love you more than a hive can itch,
And more than a chilblain chills.
I yearn for you in an ivy clad igloo,
As a liver yearns for pills.
I swear to you by the stars above,
And below, if such there be,
As a dachshund abhors revolving doors,
That's how you are loved by me.
The third is from the book "Marriage Lines: notes of a student husband" It was published in 1964 and contains a revised version of the poem with a much different ending. This too is not on the internet. I got it from the book.
TO MY VALENTINE
More than a catbird hates a cat,
Or a criminal hates a clue,
Or an odalisque hates the Sultan's mates,
That's how much I love you.
I love you more than a duck can swim,
And more than a grapefruit squirts,
I love you more than commercials are a bore,
And more than a toothache hurts.
As a shipwrecked sailor hates the sea,
Or a juggler hates a shove,
As a hostess detests unexpected guests,
That's how much you I love.
I love you more than a wasp can sting,
And more than the subway jerks,
I love you truer than a toper loves a brewer,
And more than a hangnail irks.
I love you more than a bronco bucks,
Or a Yale man cheers the Blue.
Ask not what is this thing called love;
It's what I'm in with you.
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC
I've had this candy before.
It wasn't the hard kind,
With even flavor all the way.
It wasn't the nutty kind,
Playfully changing from tongue to teeth.
This kind had a shell.
The outside is its only defense.
Hard, but fragile. A desperate defiance.
Inside is private, intense,
A dark, bottomless surrender.
Too much;
but also,
Everything.
I trembled, full of anxiety.
What if I broke my teeth on the shell?
What if that hidden center
were poisoned.
What if it numbed me
like ice
After all I had tasted one like this before,
And it bit.
Like a fire ball with too much spice.
I was taking a chance,
but I knew
Nothing else was possible.
I had to begin!
So I bit into the soft center,
with all my heart.
once again.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
If you often feel
Helpless,
Then try a bit more
Imagination.
Possibilities are
Limitless.
The only limit
Comesfromyou.
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
Through many lands and many seas
I come in mourning, brother
To finally bring and finally lay
My gift upon your grave,
And yet I know that gifts won't change
In any way your ashes.
What foul and stupid luck it is
That takes away a brother
And leaves instead this awful rage
And nothing else for me!
But still I'll place this funeral gift
Like gifts we gave our parents.
So take it now, my gift to you,
With tears I cannot quell.
And also keep forever true
My soul and my farewell.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC