What if I had four arms?
Would you still love me?
Would it matter if they
Were all on the left?
And if I had three eyes,
One blue and two green,
Could it be that you would
Feel a bit bereft?
Love is surely fickle,
Easily put off
By extra body parts
Or oddly placed cleft.
But if I had two heads,
Each comely and young,
Would that benefit me
And give my cause heft?
I would like to believe
That only my soul
Is what makes you love me,
But what do I know?
Yet all I know for sure,
I have but one heart,
And if you don't love me,
Then surely I'm effed.