Some time, let's hope we meet,
eyes to eyes, feet to feet.
When we do, we'll feel the heat,
we will lose all our senses and our wit.

Some time, let's try to knit,
every bad thing that can be it.
We both know there ain't a writ,
so let's just get coffee and have a sit.

Some time, I'll buy you meat.
Something that the hunger can hit.
Something in your tummy will fit.
Maybe, I, too, shall buy some wheat.

Some time, let's not just meet.
No eyes to eyes, no feet to feet.
Because when we do, instead of heat,
the coldness will be the one to remove our wit.