If you rattle along like your mistress's tongue,
Your speed will outrival the dart:
But, a fly for your load, you'll break down on the road
If your stuff has the rot, like her heart.
Extempore Pinned On A Lady's Couch.
Robert Burns
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Poem topics: heart, tongue, speed, break, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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