PERHAPS IT IS I
Perhaps it is I who needs to be kinder.
Perhaps it is I who needs to be sweet.
Perhaps it is I who needs to bring flowers
And weave them in carpets under your feet.
Perhaps I am wrong for thinking you cruel.
Perhaps I mistook a caress for a shove.
Perhaps I am wrong for waiting for ever
For you to throw crumbs to the sparrow of love.
Perhaps I am wrong and under your armour
There beats the true heart of a chivalrous knight.
Perhaps I am wrong and you still really love me -
But then, there again, perhaps I am right.
(c) Lorna Read 6/6/09
1 comment:
Lorna, you should set this to music because really it's a song more than it's a poem.
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