But I Love Him

I don't like him,
But I love him.
His pockets are trim,
Slimmer than a Slim Jim.
I'm in love with someone broke.
This is not cupid's arrow poke.
It's the poke of the devil's fork.
He's running to me like love,
Is a sacred sport.
I don't like him,
But I love him.
His pockets are trim,
Slimmer than a Slim Jim.


wrote 11-23-10
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Mehta Avatar
November 23, 2010 at 1:02 PM
You may not like someone but may love him. You have drawn a fine difference between the two as I would say I like Marlowe but love Shakespeare, Nicole
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace