Two Weeks is a Long Time in Love
Does my waist look big in this?
Was it good for you?
Does your heart pound when we kiss?
Do you love me too?
Will you ever let me go?
No, yes, yes, yes, no.
Time strips loves blossoms from the bough,
and, after two weeks, I confess
the answers to your questions now
are, Yes, no, no, no, yes.
If you've any comments about this poem, Martin Parker would be pleased to hear from you.