Come close to me, dear Annie, while I bind a lover's knot. <br />A tale of burning love between a kettle and a pot. <br />The pot was stalwart iron and the kettle trusty tin, <br />And though their sides were black with smoke they bubbled love within. <br /> <br />Forget that kettle, Jamie, and that pot of boiling broth, <br />I know a dismal story of a candle and a moth. <br />For while your pot is boiling and while your kettle sings <br />My moth makes love to candle flame and burns away his wings. <br /> <br />Your moth, I envy, Annie, that died by candle flame, <br />But here are two more lovers, unto no damage came. <br />There was a cuckoo loved a clock and found her always true. <br />For every hour they told their hearts, 'Ring! ting! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!' <br /> <br />As the pot boiled for the kettle, as the kettle for the pot, <br />So boils my love within me till my breast is glowing hot. <br />As the moth died for the candle, so could I die for you. <br />And my fond heart beats time with yours and cries, 'Cuckoo! Cuckoo!'<br /><br />Robert Graves<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pot-and-kettle-2/
