I know not,
The word defeat,
Though I comfortably use,
The term tactical retreat.
I know it sounds awfully proud,
Of me to say I rarely lose,
But know I mean only,
In terms I care to use.
I've lost games of chance,
Or sports at play,
But know of the things I care for,
I'll never see a defeated day.
Few things on earth keep my attention,
And fewer still do I hold close,
But darling know if love is truly a game,
I surely will not lose.
For when it comes to you,
I know not the word defeat.
And I certainly will never employ,
A tactical retreat.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
I know not,
The word defeat,
Though I comfortably use,
The term tactical retreat.
I know it sounds awfully proud,
Of me to say I rarely lose,
But know I mean only,
In terms I care to use.
I've lost games of chance,
Or sports at play,
But know of the things I care for,
I'll never see a defeated day.
Few things on earth keep my attention,
And fewer still do I hold close,
But darling know if love is truly a game,
I surely will not lose.
For when it comes to you,
I know not the word defeat.
And I certainly will never employ,
A tactical retreat.
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