Whose is Not

The prettiest girl
I never knew
to me
gave she
on this
to chew

There’s not a thing
you can not
bring
to get another’s heart
to sing
but if it’s all
you thought you meant
you’ll wonder where
the could have
went.

The strongest man
I wish I was
had a fistful
of because

Seldom very
needed more
beat Why
down
and crushed
What For

The prettiest girl
I never heard
sat straight and
tall
a little
bird

Gold and green
upon a
perch
better knew
than speak
in church

The coldest man
I am become
finds his nose
upon his thumb

To those
whom would him
seek to
love
falling slow
he gave
a shove

The prettiest girl
I never met
has not
to me
spoken yet

But I’m sure
that soon she
will
waiting by her
windowsill

remember
maybe
half my
face

and lose it
in a
pretty
place.