Thou and I
Like a white cat and a black bat one chasing the other, and bother!
I mourn not that you chase me,
I mourn that you cage me.
When?
Where?
Who?
All sorts of questions,
Can’t you just trust me?
Can’t you love me as I love you?
I love you beyond description
And you love me according to a prescription.
—One question after another, and bother!
Don’t let jealousy take your soul,
Blind your sight and make you fall.
Othello syndrome, they call it,
The death of love and a life of rough.
Don’t let it take over you and ruin your soul!!!
Words of a Poet 