Surrender

“We’ll fight in France,” was resolutely spoke,
In fields, in streets and hills; on to the end,
For in harsh war ‘tis courage meant to stoke,
In thee; and, to our foe: we’ll ne’er surrend’,

But that is war where, 'tis said, "All's fair,"
So too in love, but here connection ends,
For lovers, in the heat of it, may flare,
Tho true love never fails to make amends,

Nay, love is patient; love is kind, you see,
Ye give and ye receive; it is not war,
Surrender is the path to victory,
For two who, in each other, do adore,

My dear, my heart; it makes this solemn plea,
Surrender to this love I hold for thee.

​- Scott Alexander McKenzie