O, my love is like a rapier,
A swift and clever blade.
O, my love is like flexible steel,
But I'll not be afraid.
When clashing strong, our wits are cross'd
In ruthless repartee,
O, my love is like flexible steel,
But I'll not run away.
I press in close, his metal yields,
But then springs back, unharmed--
O, my love is like flexible steel,
And I have been disarmed!
O, my love is like a rapier,
Bright silver as the sun.
O, my love is like flexible steel--
Who's next to be undone?
Rosamunde del Shore circa A.S. XXV
