She's all my fancy painted him <br />(I make no idle boast); <br />If he or you had lost a limb, <br />Which would have suffered most? <br /> <br />He said that you had been to her, <br />And seen me here before; <br />But, in another character, <br />She was the same of yore. <br /> <br />There was not one that spoke to us, <br />Of all that thronged the street: <br />So he sadly got into a 'bus, <br />And pattered with his feet. <br /> <br />They sent him word I had not gone <br />(We know it to be true); <br />If she should push the matter on, <br />What would become of you? <br /> <br />They gave her one, the gave me two, <br />They gave us three or more; <br />They all returned from him to you, <br />Though they were mine before. <br /> <br />If I or she should chance to be <br />Involved in this affair, <br />He trusts to you to set them free, <br />Exactly as we were. <br /> <br />It seemed to me that you had been <br />(Before she had this fit) <br />An obstacle, that came between <br />Him, and ourselves, and it. <br /> <br />Don't let him know she liked them best, <br />For this must ever be <br />A secret, kept from all the rest, <br />Between yourself and me.<br /><br />Lewis Carroll<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-s-all-my-fancy-painted-him/
