Written to Marie

from Las Palmas

3rd Sept 02

In days of old when knights were bold,
They fought; for maidens fair,
With lance and shield and axe they’d weild [wield]
Midst kings and princes there.
The victor then would take his men
And claim his bonnie bride.
On his warhorse might he’d clasp her tight,
And she ne’er would quit his side,
Till his castle strong was reached, among
His friends true every one
He’s proud of her, his mistress, for
He’s fought for love and won

In modern days there’s other ways
Of fighting for a love,
No lances bright or shield of light,
An honest love to prove.
All is fair in love and war,
Old proverbs they say so