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To My Valentine
(August 19, 1902 – May 19, 1971 / New York / United States)

To My Valentine

More than a catbird hates a cat,
Or a criminal hates a clue,
Or the Axis hates the United States,
That's how much I love you.

I love you more than a duck can swim,
And more than a grapefruit squirts,
I love you more than a gin rummy is a bore,
And more than a toothache hurts.

As a shipwrecked sailor hates the sea,
Or a juggler hates a shove,
As a hostess detests unexpected guests,
That's how much you I love.

I love you more than a wasp can sting,
And more than the subway jerks,
I love you as much as a beggar needs a crutch,
And more than a hangnail irks.

I swear to you by the stars above,
And below, if such there be,
As the High Court loathes perjurious oathes,
That's how you're loved by me.

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Comments (16)

Fantastic flight of imagery and style of expression. Congrats on modern poem of the Day.
A colourful, witty poem creatively comparing love in some quite unexpected ways! Very deserving of POD!
A poem that is more than a poem? More of a declaration of Nash's heartfelt thoughts!
I love you more than a duck can swim, And more than a grapefruit squirts, I love you more than a gin rummy is a bore, And more than a toothache hurts... examples are so good.. tony
Turning everything up side down again. Great stuff.
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