Hearts and Daggers

Hearts and Daggers



I could fall in love one thousand times a day

At all the lovely creatures who come pass my way

And in the crowds I see such grace,

So much beauty in a single face,

Countless wonders all under this sun

And yet, my Lord, I must pick one?

How cruel of you to make me choose

Then make it worse when they refuse.

Damn them all! Now I say

Please, O’ God, make me gay!