Protesting PoemThe Lady may protest too much,Protesting Poem5 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
But me thinks that the man protests too little.
Her protest doth reek desire,
His of blasé silence screams.
When her proclamation apprised,
Had he but one protest made.
Full of love she walks abroad,
Straining for his protestation.
All protests are at rest,
Love lay dormant, never dead.
The only protest that remains,
Slumbers within her heart.