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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