Have a heart, lady, don't evermore flout me, I am a pretty good sort of a guy. There are a number of nice things about me Which you can see with a tolerant eye; I've been a butterfly, yes, and a rover Fickle and flippant and gay. But when @3you@1 speak I lie down and roll over, Have a heart, lady, I pray. Have a heart, lady, you know how I'm feeling, Know that I'm hopelessly caught in your snare. Though I may struggle I can't help revealing That I am dippy about you, for fair. Look on me kindly at times, you'll discover I am a pretty good egg, You could do worse in the way of a lover, Have a heart, lady, I beg. Have a heart, lady, and if you are shy one (Which, I'm afraid, is exceedingly true) Here is a bird who'll be glad to supply one Damaged a little—but mostly by you. Have a heart, lady, here's one I am giving, Which, as I guess you opine, Beats and will beat for you while I am living, Have a heart, lady—have Mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A DEAD MAN by CARL SANDBURG MEMORY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AT THE TAVERN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE TEST by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ACHIEVEMENT'S SILVER CRY by MARGARETE ROSE AKIN THE SOLITUDE OF SPACE by FLORA CECILE ALLISON THE REASON by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) |