The inspiration for this whimsical little poem was a famous line from one of Shakespeare’s many sonnets: Sonnet 116, to be precise.
‘Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds’
W. SHAKESPEARE. Sonnet 116
I thought myself in love. I lay awake
imagining your hair spread out like gold
and whilst asleep your hair shone as I dreamed:
such lustrous tresses, how I loved to touch.
All changed the day you had your hair restyled ...
you came home shorn and while I wept you smiled.
I yearned for love but that was my mistake:
I never guessed love could turn quickly cold.
Love was a fantasy or so it seemed:
I loved you little, loved your hair too much.
I thought myself in love but I was wrong.
I loved you only when your hair was long.