An old veteran in love's wars,
Bruised and battered,
My heart still sore;
My joints all creaking,
Blind as a bat,
And old campaigner,
Pelted and wracked;
Short of breath,
With limbs that shake,
My mind adrift
Not fully awake;
And yet I hear
Love's distant call,
A lilting tune
That does enthrall;
Slowly I rise,
Love's Knight adept,
And swagger forward
Like Johnny Depp.
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