Bards Of Old

The bards of old
Were very bold
In swearing love eternal.

Such vows are vain.
Let me explain
That love is more diurnal.

Is not for me.
I say this as a warning.

But love is new;
I do love you;
So I'll be true till morning.

by DeForrest A. Penley

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