Flarf On Love

Love, with little hands
simple child.

Love me still, but know not why
Deceive, deceive me once again!
So long lives this and this gives life to thee,
all my days are trances.

Though the night was made for loving
The heart asks pleasure first.
And struggle slacker, but to prove,
With half-words whispered low,
A heart who's love is innocent.

This same flower that smiles today,
To-morrow will be dying.
It's such a little thing to weep,
It's such a little thing to weep
Do not let it cause you more distress.

A simple child...

Maybe he believes me, maybe not.