They will come close ooo yeah! Pretending to help wipe your tear. Be watchful oo dear! Else they swipe your glory clear. Cheer up for now my friend, For this prophesy is yet unripe. So long as you are yet to trend, Their plans are still in the pipe. Only one thing can be done. Be careful where you sleep, When the night does come. In case the road becomes steep, Make sure you don't slip. If you can't pretend then try. Let them not see you cry. For as soon as you shed a tear, They will get together and cheer.
Which is easy to do? Love me emotionally, Or trust me willy nilly? For such, are we doyen. Maybe none at all, Will fit this discourse. Neither the brain this small, Or a large heart for this course. Let me trust your infractions, Let thy words know no simile. When nature closes my eyes, Still abide with me till the mile. Show me thy love! Make it seem from above. Treat me with passion, As if your skin feels my traction. A twin allies, Whose foes are lies. Like the tongue and teeth, Then mouth has caused them to tame. That together in one den of crust, They must work hand-in-hand. So treat me as you may demand. For without love, where is trust?