In Love, Forever Weak
Love is for the weak,
And wine for the strong.
I'm a valiant knighted warrior,
One who has no nature of frailty,
But what shall i be ?
But what shall i do?
Now, that my heart a lass has plucked,
Now that she holds it deep in her hands.
Must i drink wine and so have her faded into tots?
Or maybe I should just fall in love and weak forever be?
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Love is for the weak,
But wine is for the strong.
Copyright © Gerry Sikazwe | Year Posted 2016
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