What makes men reach for the stars,
Or build monuments to simple ladies?
What makes men fight a losing fight,
Or sail across the seven seas?
Why promise what can’t be given,
And swear to move the world?
Why climb the tallest peaks,
Or run before stampeding herds?
Is there valour found in a duel,
Between to amorous suitors?
Or honour in defending her,
Against overwhelming numbers?
Yet like the sun rising at dawn,
And the pendulum on a clock,
Like waves on a seashore,
Always returning to kiss the rocks…
So do generations of men,
As far back as we can think of,
Perform outrageous acts,
All in the name of Love.
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