I�d like to be sure

That you are my friend

(Not young but mature),

Will lend me a hand.

To get to the bottom

Of you is too late,

The heart is in autumn,

Resigned to my fate.

Who knows what the future

May hold in a sack,

To cry is so futile,

To pray is so back.

I�d like to be sure

That I�m in time,

Can dare, don�t mure,

May share the rhyme.

Your hands� confirmation

Is trusty at last,

Wise eyes� animation

Will cure me fast.