In everything you say, it matters not only what you say
but also where you put the emphasis.
Like this little cutie: I didn’t steal your heart.
I didn’t steal your heart—something else did.
I didn’t steal your heart—it turned out to be just a minor misunderstanding on my part.
I didn’t steal your heart—you can’t steal what isn’t there, can you?
I didn’t steal your heart—Chance is a mighty Pandarus.
I didn’t steal your heart—what I took will remain my sweet secret for ever.
Tag: heart
Mariane
For Makenna
An ocean and three decades apart, how pathetic can a heart be
to change its beat for a blooming wit? Has it learned nothing
from Molière’s old geezer about what awaits a risible suitor?
Perhaps the Harpagons of yore really are my only brethren
in this old conundrum, but for what it is worth, I can always
share a verse about it.

