Love's nothing but a naughty child,
it cries out loud at dead of night,
it screams and kicks and won't come round
nor let you sleep, but let you down.
But when you're ready for the game,
it slips away, it won't play,
as innocent as a newly-born
it's like a rose without a thorn.
Just show it you're out to play,
it'll laugh at you and run away,
it'll have you cry all through the day,
you'll never have it your own way.
So pale with just the lightest blush
it's creeping in, you hear, but hush!
Stand still, and better hold your breath,
refrain, don't give it one caress.
Just let it vanish in the air,
so gently light and oh so fair,
like seaside breeze run through your hair...
Don't let it see you truly care!