Song: True Love Poem by Dave SmithWhite

Do you still approve of me;
What burdens will you bear?
You know your fancies so move me,
But will you truly dare?
When all around condemn me.
They say that you're too young.
But you made up to befriend me,
In our odd cosplay of fun.

True love, you know it's hard to find.
While a false love, is too easy but it's blind.
True love, it surely is a boon.
False love, and we're way above the moon.

True love, we cast it to the wind,
For a false love, that we cannot rescind.
True love, so does it underpin,
That false love, we all choose to call sin?

True love, is holy writ in runes.
False love, the dull wit of droll baboons.
True love, it's how it is defined.
False love, and we've lost our lolling minds.

So I will take, all that you give,
To celebrate life, and how we live,
There's no-one else, that I'd break with,
When belief itself suspends:
I am a pirate and you are my slave.
You are inviolate and I am depraved.
When lust is inchoate, will you be saved?
Such as the scene portends,
Who knows how outcomes end?

True love, is what old singers croon.
False love, is the saddest clown cartoon.
True love, is both a study and a grind.
False love, leaves only bodies left behind.

True love, is no silver spoon.
False love, is for unfeeling goons.
True love, can never happen if not soon.
False love, when your life falls into ruins.

True love, it's not subjective lies.
False love, how the fools entrap the wise.
True love, it's a treasure we must prize.
False love, it breaks the rules and dies.

So will you still love me?
Do you really care?
You are high above me,
And I am way down there.
Will you still love me?
When all we have, we share.
While many just want to shove me,
Off, the cliff-face of despair.

True love, it is the sweetest tune.
False love, when you're dead drunk in a swoon.
True love, you cannot be immune.
False love, lies buried 'neath the dunes.

True love, it cannot be impugned.
False love, it's the phlegm in your spitoon.
True love, is a lazy afternoon.
False love, is the havoc of monsoon.

True love, like the riches of tycoons.
False love, as ersatz as drab doubloons.
True love, like a harvest freshly hewn.
False love, like a garden trashed and strewn.

So will you try to bluff me?
When the games we play are rare.
Do you think much of me?
Do you think I've got a prayer?
Have you had enough of me
In my storied lair
Was this pastime just too rough?
Is my act unfair?

True love, like the timbre of bassoons.
False love, is the music of buffoons.
True love, as the heart and soul communes.
False love, retreats to dark cocoons.

True love, when emotions are dragooned.
False love, comes in battalions and platoons.
True love, as oceans drain lagoons.
False love, and we're deflated like balloons.