You have such reasons for not loving me
As would persuade the sunfire to go out,
Divorce the moon from the obedient sea,
Make rain fall upward, lead the rose to flout
The amorous honeybees, and talk the wind
Out of a wandering life; as would compel
Satan to consort with angelkind
And Gabriel to wallow deep in hell.
The argument that keeps the sun in power
Over his children, makes the firefly glow,
Adorns the summer with her proper flower
And decorates the winter with his snow,
Makes dead men rise and promises come true —
Such reasons do I have for loving you.
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