Author Lesbia Harford He: That isn't you. She: It's me, in my blue skirt And scarlet coat and little golden shoes. He: Not good enough. She: Well, burn it if you choose And take myself. He: Yourself like skies and days To praise and live in, worship and abuse. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments