Goldilocks

The Story of the Three Bears, Arthur Backham (1867-1939)

Not too hot; not too cold
I seek something in-between
like the porridge of lore

Too much love would have my chest expanding
like an African primate
I would probably want to wander

Too little love would bruise my ego
like most any man anywhere
I would probably want to wander too

I don’t want you to love me too much
I don’t want you to love me too little
A golden mean would be fine

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