I Prithee Send Me Back My Heart

I prithee send me back my heart,
Since I cannot have thine;
For if from yours you will not part,
Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?

Yet now I think on't, let it lie,
To find it were in vain;
For thou hast a thief in either eye
Would steal it back again.

Why should two hearts in one breast lie,
And yet not lodge together?
O Love! where is thy sympathy,
If thus our breasts thou sever?

But love is such a mystery,
I cannot find it out;
For when I think I'm best resolved,
I then am in most doubt.

Then farewell care, and farewell woe;
I will no longer pine;
For I'll believe I have her heart,
As much as she hath mine.

by Sir John Suckling

Comments (2)

Those fluttering wings of the butterfly of love...lovely poem..
I just love a poem that is well composed with a large hint of thought out thought and a rarest rareness intwined. I also love a poem of love about love for another. Sir John Suckling's poem 'I Prithee Send Me Back My Heart' is both beautiful and filled entired thru with a pure talen of artistic multitudes. Easily recieved a ten fro' thee. God bless all poets-MJG.