Men have searched, longing, lost, for generations
Since the first seed chased the sun
Aeons searching for those few simple words
Since the first tear from sky fell
Hearts hammered on the anvil of desire
Since the first dawn caressed a horizon
For no sweeter mystery can ever be
Since the first lip curved in joy
A simple phrase to bring her closer
Since the first note slunk from string
A sweet refrain to tempt her home
Since the first snake whispered of want
though home is ever a temporary embrace
Since the first rose was found wanting
I was just wondering why you’re here?