As May moves past halfway, here is a little lyric on the beauty and brevity of first love.
Like children engrossed in a game
of mystery and intrigue,
they don’t know what is going to happen,
but are making it up as fast as they can.
Scarcely a moment to notice the changing light
but why worry, time is on their side.
Soon it will strike them they are alone
with the vastness of what they know.