truly
there is no way,
in a million years,
there is enough money to fill my empty pockets.
I could eat ten thousand tables worth of feasts for the hungry
before I am sated.
seven great lakes are not enough to quench my thirst
and I walk a billion miles over broken glass to get to them before I die.
but if you ask me how long I will love you,
I tell you, truly, until the sun collides with the Earth,
boiling the seas dry.
and you can believe what I say because I never lie.
R. L. Elke
© Aug 5/17 prompt 21
Such a good use of this prompt (I think?)
thank you Caitlin, I was super woozy, tired by this point. lol
This falls under the category of the lyric tall tale with a wonderful twist at the end. I can almost hear it set to music and sung to a banjo and a fiddle.
“She’s a young thing and cannot leave her mother” is the most familiar of this tradition of exaggeration.
WOW!! Another beautiful poem. Wow, how powerful a love this poem describes. I love this.