My lover stole my comb because
My golden hair too ruly was.
He sometimes brushed it with his chin;
And so our life of love began.
He swept the floor with my hairbrush.
So more tangled and more lush
My locks became and that pleased him.
As it tempted us to sin.
Unruly were his passions once
As on his knee I was ensconced.
But later ,he preferred the cat.
Even as she she scratched and spat.
I see now he preferred furred beasts.
And met them on his nightly trysts.
I should not have cut off my hair.
Nor made it ruly and less fair.
I dyed it to a shade of red
Far too fierce for my dear head.
I dyed it green like apples fair
And I forgot that he would care.
Now it’s golden like a crown
And in ringlets it does fall down.
Alas it is too late,I know.
For he is dead and lies below.
I should have heeded his advice
Never be too kind nor wise.
Hide your eloquence so great.
And always make your courtiers wait.
Unfortunately I was entranced
Watching numbers so advanced;
Infinities of different size
So no ruliness presides.
Yet our own lives are finite.
A few brief hours of gold sunlight.
A few of those by lovers ruled;
Precious days each full of jewels
When we descend into the night
Blackness rules and we can’t fight.
So the ruly come to dust.
Even when they passed their tests.
And the unruly also die.
With the worms the gold locks lie.
Wedding rings and jewellery
Are of no more use to me.
Yes, the unruly also die..
Though they may have felt more joy.
Not compelled to obey all,
They don’t complain when dark night falls.
Oh,my apple, I still care;
I still love you,my own dear.
I think of you and never rue
The love that was twixt you and me.
In my dreams we danced again
Music played and love outran
All the numbers in my books.
Infinite were our loving looks.
Aleph null and aleph one,
By the Hebrews naming done.
No doubt God knows the full gist.
How we sang and dance and kissed.
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How my heart sings 