I LOVE my lady with a deep purple love; She fascinates me like a fly Struggling in a pot of glue. Her eyes are grey, like twin ash-cans, Just emptied, about which still hovers A dainty mist. Her disposition is as bright as a ten-cent shine, Yet her kisses are tender and goulashy. I love my lady with a deep purple love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WOMEN WITH FABLED HAIR by MADELINE DEFREES THE MARRIAGE (1) by TIMOTHY LIU DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CONVENT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE ROOM OF MIRRORS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONG OF THE OPEN COUNTRY by DOROTHY PARKER FACADE: 7. MADAME MOUSE TROTS by EDITH SITWELL |