I don’t think it must be so,
Oh how the feelings ebb and flow,
I don’t think the tides control the seas,
And I don’t believe that age controls me.
And while I’m young there will always be younger,
And as I age there will always be older.
But as I love and my passion grows,
Is it for her? I’m afraid I do not know.
But as the tides just might prove to control the sea,
Sadly as I age, more and more, love controls me.