The routes aren't hindered and blocked,
the day is bright, not a door is locked,
but we stay inside, we keep it warm,
far away from pleasure, from harm,
done by watching nature's prize winners,
marked with a name like a sinners.

Frightening first dinners, first phases, stages
before love, times of uncertainty and pages,
filled with risky bets and treatening wagers.
Talk to me, stop talking, care, stop caring,
doing things I never said myself to be daring.
Impulse by passion or handling with quick notions,
the fearless, fiercely feeling of certain emotions,
those I hoped on whilst creating.

If things are right, no fear involved, I dread
the loss of everything I once thought I had,
while it was just simple dating.

In vain, I lived, in vain I'll die, waiting.