I will hand to you a minute

To engage me in a talk

Win me over with the wits

That may charm this jaded heart

Take me out, ask me to dance

Convince the closed to bloom

Go on, Love, here is your chance

Since that gaze across the room

O’ dear Mother warned me first

‘Don’t fall too soon. Don’t love too fast!’

But I failed to learn the learned

Arriving later than the last

From pang to pacified

It’s a lengthy way to go

Had it not been for buoyant tries

I might just take the lonely road

Well, in the meantime, let’s recall

What mirth has disregard

From there, we’ll hail potential’s call

The while you make or break my heart.