Condition

I have to speak - I must ! - I should - I ought . . .

I'd tell you how I love you if I thought

The world would end tomorrow afternoon.

But short of that . . . we'll it might be too soon.

Prandial Plaint

My love , I love your breasts, I love your nose

I love your accent and I love your toes

I'm your slave. One word and I obey

But please don't slurp your coffee in that way.

Interpretion

Somewhere within your loving look I sense,

Without the least intention to deceive,

Without suspicion, without evidence,

Somewhere within your heart the heart to leave.