A man's like a handful of sand
A man's like a dazzling sun
His years slip your trembling hand
You look at him once and you're done.
My son, do not temp your fate
And do keep your heart secure
Before it is not too late
And future is dark and obscure
But if you delay just a day
But if you glance only once
You will become his prey
Your heart with love he will lance.
You'll torture yourself with hope
You'll burn and smoulder and melt
Then fear will reap it's crop
Of feelings you ever felt.
The logic will be dismissed
You'll gladly accept that all
Entwined in an endless kiss
You'll welcome your endless fall.