If you ask me if I love you
on a scale of one to ten, you’d
better be ready for my arbitrary answer,
“Well, what does the ten mean?”
Then I might ask, “What’s the one to me?...
while you’re throwing all these numbers at me.”
At moments a memorial would seem
too meager a recompense to me.
A random, thought provoking inquiry
of your love as it applies to me.
The princess sat upon the very pea
that brought such good fortune to me.
That brought my sweet fortune to me.
When you speak up...must you repeat
what I say metaphysically?
If we only know that we know nothing,
should I ever say what I mean?
So when I ask you if you love me,
must you spill these words upon me?
~ wonderful lyrics by The Mollies
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