I call that a bargain

My love is a rose whose thorns cut deep
My love is a stone who lies to me in sleep
My love is a basket of vegetables fresh
My love is a plaid tartan kilt
My love is a river running all year long
My love is an instrument lifted in song
But never mind all that, for cert
For her I traded the stars for dirt

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7 thoughts on “I call that a bargain

  1. I feel there is a hidden meaning in this poem which at first is hidden by the the enthusiasm to possess her at all costs, but then the realisation at the end that the deal hadn’t worked e.g “For I traded the stars for dirt” Regardless of that the poem was a beautiful read.

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