The Romantic by Michael A. Pfleger

Detectiverse

It’s not a question of right or wrong,

It simply must be done—

To boldy state my love to her,

Who faint heart ne’er has won.

I’ll woo her with sweet tender words

And thrill to hear her sighs—

The choice is hers alone to make,

She marries me — or dies.

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