Love and rhymes

Rhyming is not a crime
But unless you do it nice and neat
It can be a waste of time
In specific spots words to try to sneak.

Bards and troubadours,
Lovers of words and grand sentiments
Using their skills ladies to lure
With praise, lust and laments
All wrapped up in velour
To the ladies content

Times change, people not.
Some lovers to be have grand skills
Others are total sots
Yes, in the end, people are people, still.

Shooting for the stars is best
Go for the lofty goal,
Reach for the crest
With your heart and soul.