A year and a couple of months ago,
He swore on his life that he loved her so.
Red roses he would send her,
With a perfumed love letter,
And rhymed her into a thousand verse,
All citing false beauty, yet declaring his love.
A year and a couple of months later,
His eyes fell on another woman, that fickle heart-er!
And he boldly swore AGAIN that he loved her so,
Blank sheets came to his rescue, to save his soul.
Same verse, same rhyme,
With a new name on a new line!
So when she coldly asked, “What do you want?”
He took but little time to answer, “Trust bond!”