Sons and Lovers: A Poem inspired by D.H. Lawrence's novel of the same name

You said you'd try to save me

But you should save your breath

Cause your inconsistency is showing

And you might catch a cold to death.

Now that the bitter fruit is broken

The juice is filling up your lungs

So with every word you've spoken

A tune of scornful pride is sung.

A child is not a lover

And your heart seems immature

But one day you'll give your heart forever

Though you were distant the day before.

Give me liberty to hold your heart

Or let love die and let us part.