True Love Is A Thing Devine.
True love is a thing devineLike the passing of eternal time
Men have fought and died for this
On cold bleak mornings cloaked in mist
A ladies honour put at stake
Young gallants rush her hand to take
Her honour saved, she was the prize
For this they'd gladly give their lives
A moments check, to late to stop
And then he felt the burning shot
His eyes did mist, he knew he'd lost
And now he'd pay the final cost
It was for love the duel he fought
But only sorrow it had brought
As death drew near, they heard him say
For love don't throw your life away
If it should pass, then take your time
For true love is a thing devine.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-12-14 at 10:47
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