The very sight of running sand
Would make me fear the doom and end,
I"d thought of life as hourglass
Until I met this pretty lass.

The disagreement between us,
She thinks one falls in love just once,
The rest is only to pretend
To find the true one in the end.

Between the loves of hers and mine
And disappointments of all kind,
If she stopped searching and compare,
We could have made it quite a pair,
Simple idea, one could grapple,
We"d have become a lovely couple.