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 lose thoughts of her into tots?
 Or must I just fall in love and weak forever be?

 Love is for the weak,
 But wine is for the strong.

Gerry Lines

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