Poem by Anna Baynton
People say when you’re in love,
You forget your sweetheart’s flaws,
But only for a while.
They say after the glamor has worn away
After the scales have fallen from your eyes
After you see what is and not what might have been,
You come to know each of your darling’s faults and failings
And you choose, albeit painfully, whether you’ll accept the whole
Or leave all in your past.
But I’m here to tell you
That although that’s absolutely true,
‘Only for a while’ is different for everyone.
For me it’s lasted nine hundred and seventy-three years – next Monday.
She has a very strong glamor.
(Oh – don’t think I’m stupid, because logically,
I know she’s evil, totally evil,
And I realize she thinks nothing of me.
But who cares?
My heart’s delusional and won’t listen to my mind
Which has been trying to play psychiatrist to an organ.)