Smitten – A poem
I’m smitten, an old romantic
You’re not ’cause you’re young and come and go
But if you’re human you’ve been love sick
And lo could still be so
Smitten’s not a foreign berry
You’re just not by me I know
I should unsmitten be
Now take my love away from thee
But maybe you plain don’t do smitten
And maybe I’m by lust just bitten
Oh ’smitten’’s funny repeated-ly
But not so fun a place to be
Copyright © 2006 by Nigel Beale.
