I wonder why
Must you be so wrapped up,
In chasing love, like there’s some big rush?
Is it just the watching of other couples,
Engrossed in each other,
Or the crying of an empty heart
To share its laughter and woes?
Those come hard, when the smoke has cleared,
It may appear,
When you least expect it,
In the quiet murmur of the morning;
When the fairies have left the dew,
Someone places a jacket over your shoulders,
And whispers goodnight.