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My Love’s Hard Eyes Are Colder than the Moon
My love’s hard eyes are colder than the moon;
knives be not as sharp as his pointed tongue;
his voice does rival a mad raven’s croon;
his praises my family has not sung.
I love watching him walk up to my house,
though I’ve seen apes with a less crooked gait.
His whiskers compete with those of a mouse:
scraggly, and riddled with food from his plate.
If I say eight, he will arrive at nine;
punctuality be not his strong suit.
My love is not among men who smell fine;
he reeks worse than the most rotten of fruit.
And yet, I have not heard a sweeter tone
than when he tells me that he is my own.