Silly, silly girls.
Running, running after love.
Your Lover already cherishes you.
What more can others give?
Their words are honey.
Their eyes are heated.
Their arms are sinewy.
But their hearts are fickle and unfaithful.
But your Lover, his words are true.
His eyes are only for you.
His arms are everlasting.
His heart is fixed and unfading.
Silly, silly girls.
Running, running after love.
Your heart is a prize
That you sell for pennies–
a smile, a word, a touch.
But your Lover paid all
to make you smile,
to hear you speak,
to hold your hand.
Silly, silly girls.
Running, running after love.
Your Lover is devotion,
amaranthine.
K.