Why do we bolt up patience, I wonder.
And frame up our pride, instead.
Are lovers insane, I wonder.
When they throw daggers, instead.

Should they work something out, I wonder.
Is all that's lacking, time.
Are quarrels, pride, and tears unshed
Just tests for the crown of life?

A girl, and the boy.
Took a dive and soared

For a while.

Were they meant to hold hands for a while, I wonder.
Will they walk down the aisle?

The forces at work, I wonder.
Which will triumph, instead.
Which is more pleasing, I wonder.
To whom will we succumb, instead.