Love will not get you love.
Loving will not make you loved.
Have you loved one who did not love you?
Why did you think that would do?
She loved a pile of pennies more than you.
She was the one who looked out
At many things, and filled you with doubt.
It’s time to put on your uniform and fight.
Love desires to sleep peacefully at night.
Love is looking for a peaceful dome
Where money drops, to count money at home.
This needs to be defended.
War is love, now that love has ended.
Sublimity, like this poem, is cold and hateful.
Defeat libel. Face death. Then she’ll be grateful.