I PRITHEE

I prithee send me back my heart,

Since I cannot have thine;

For if from yours you will not part,

Why then shouldst thou have mine?

Yet now I think on 't, let it lie,

To find it were in vain;

For th' hast a thief in either eye

Would steal it back again.

Why should two hearts in one breast lie,

And yet not lodge together?

O love, where is thy sympathy,

If thus our breasts thou sever?

But love is such a mystery,

I cannot find it out;

For when I think I'm best resolved,

I then am most in doubt.

Then farewell care, and farewell woe,

I will no longer pine;

For I'll believe I have her heart

As much as she hath mine.

Sir John Suckling

This is a little gem of a poem i discovered a year or so ago, when i was at the peak of my poetry phase. There’s something about this poem that strikes a chord in my heart. I’ve never been one for poetry. I’ve always liked long novels or stories with character development and intricate plots. However, once in a blue moon I’ll come across a poem that I fall in love with, and this is one of those little pieces. It’s so simple, while still in depth. Maybe it’s the simplicity of it that makes it so complex, and perhaps that simple complexity is what I fell in love with. Often the things that seem like they have such a light an easily understood meaning are the ones that resonate the deepest. The simple ones are the ones that reach into your soul and pick away at your heart strings. I think this has something to say about life in itself... Keep it simple stupid, and perhaps that is how you can achieve happiness.