Listen my child
And heed my words true
For this story is ancient
And valuable, too

There once lived a villain
Who carried no title
A hero on horseback
With saddle and bridle

They rode through the grains
Of the hourglass sand
To pass by the years
Of each marrying hand

Since birth of our world
They’ve ridden in bliss
Past every embrace
And every last kiss

They travel cross heartbeats
And tingling air
Between questioning faces
And passionate stares

But the rider is guilty
For many they’ve slain
With the sword of false promises,
Anger and pain

And the rider is charming
For one can’t resist
Entrusting their fate
To this brave catalyst

And everyone knows them
On Earth or above
This powerful rider
Is succulent Love