The cruel boy will not giggle 
Or the cold-hearted harpy 
Must crusade on the street
She will seize.
She will finally speak in the summer
She shall flare with the lovestruck traveler
She will flounder
She shall not seize on a cloudy day
She shall strike

She will seize

You make me glad,
He makes me smile.
You make me laugh
And so does he.
You keep me safe, 
I feel secure. 
And what he says
Makes me bubble.
For I'm with you
But not with him,
I feel happy
As I do sad.
I am split in
Two even halves; 
If only I 
Could give you each
A piece of me
But faithfully.