Love, A Choice of 1200 Maids, Those
That cleave skulls, and break hearts.
They say, that soldiers, oft make....
The most, insincere lovers.
For they only live, for today.
As..... for some, tomorrow.......
Never, comes.
But, they do, all fall in love,..... and forever!
As once, they've had, a .... taste.
Only, a Valkyrie .....
Could replace, that moment shared.
So they search in vain.
And I would know.
For
I am, that lonesome beast.
Who sits, and stares.....
That wonders ... where, and perhaps, why ?
And I, have lived, to see, another... dawn!
To find, that it was your love,
not mine, which ..... died.
But, I still await,
That
Valkyrie....
Giajl © Jim Love