I've read of love in books
I've seen it inside plays
But will I feel it for myself?
I fear the answer nay
Is love when you see her face
And care of nothing more
Is it when you hear her voice
But are deaf to drums of war?
If this is love, I know it well
But we have never met
For being such a coward
I guess that's what I get
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