This is for Jim
Nor do those chocolates in paper
Cups, which proper lovers bring.
She isn't much for conversation,
Nodding yes or no in silence,
Growing fidgety whenever
Anybody talks too long. She
Doesn't seem to like to shop
Or dress up and go out at night.
She never wants to hold my hand
When we are walking on the street.
She is, in short, someone I never
Would have thought thought much
Of me if she had not, one moonless
Evening, told me of her love.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2011-09-05 at 12:17
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Rachel
Doughnuts do not move my love,Nor do those chocolates in paper
Cups, which proper lovers bring.
She isn't much for conversation,
Nodding yes or no in silence,
Growing fidgety whenever
Anybody talks too long. She
Doesn't seem to like to shop
Or dress up and go out at night.
She never wants to hold my hand
When we are walking on the street.
She is, in short, someone I never
Would have thought thought much
Of me if she had not, one moonless
Evening, told me of her love.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 18 times
Written on 2011-09-05 at 12:17
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