Yesterday we quarreled; You gave me back my love And I accepted with a smile. I wasn't your type, I wasn't gay enough -- And a number of other reasons. I knew you were right. So I cleaned out my heart, I swept and dusted and garnished Until all was spick and span -- and empty -- And I was glad and relieved, Or I thought I was. And I gave you back your love, I didn't want it, either. There was too much pain in our happiness. My heart was breaking, breaking, Your life was so different I couldn't make you see it my way. Too many obstacles, Too many barriers That we didn't know how to get over. You wanted your freedom And you were glad and relieved -- Or you thought you were. But there was soft and lovely music, Tender words, coming from afar; We turned and looked into each other's eyes. Then I @3knew@1 -- the room in my heart I had thought so empty Was again inhabited by you And you almost burst its walls With the reinforcements you brought along. My heart was no citadel; You needn't have stormed it -- I cared so much before -- But that was all nothing, Compared with today. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIGHT TO GRIEF by CARL SANDBURG THE BUNCH OF GRAPES by GEORGE HERBERT NORTHERN FARMER, NEW STYLE by ALFRED TENNYSON QUATRAIN: OMAR KHAYYAM (AFTER FITZGERALD) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH WEST END FAIR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE MUSIC OF THE SEA by QUINTIN BONE AUTUMN WIND by ALFRED D. BUTTS |