Some love too little, some love too long,
Some laugh and others cry;
Some do the act with show of tears,
And some without a sigh;
For some men kill the things they love,
Yet each man does deny.
Some kill love when in their youth,
And some when they grow old;
Some smother with the hand of greed,
Because of lust for gold;
The evil use their tongue because,
It takes love where it’s cold.
But men who kill the girl they love,
Have a story to be heard;
Some do it with a callous look,
Some with a bitter word;
The tyrant does it with his fist,
The weak man with a sword.