Down from ten she counted, the lass,
For me to leave straightway her place.
Peradventure she hath found another
Who in substance is far richer
Than I.
And haply he is popular
Like a popstar.
I too, perhaps, needs must go explore
Those galaxies of starry girls the more;
But love I her still.
Besides not having an astronaut's skill,
My heart never can fly.
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 2:44 AM UTC
Down from ten she counted, the lass,
For me to leave straightway her place.
Peradventure she hath found another
Who in substance is far richer
Than I.
And haply he is popular
Like a popstar.
I too, perhaps, needs must go explore
Those galaxies of starry girls the more;
But love I her still.
Besides not having an astronaut's skill,
My heart never can fly.
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