I Love You So Little

Hard! It's hard to follow through,
When your memories are so few;
Hard! It's hard to recall
The right way to follow through.

In the game of Life you knuckle under,
Follow, follow, that sweet temptress;
That golden globe of lore --
Feather softly that lust of love.

Here, in the window,
The siren song a-calling;
Here, at my fingertips --
Your salvation, sure to throw away.

Hark! It's hard to ignore me,
When I'm here in clear sight;
Hark! It's hard to deny --
That I'm someone you ought avoid.

In the game at hand,
I press softly on your heart;
There's something I must start --
Ah.. but will you finish it?

Here, in the window,
The siren song a-calling;
Here, at my fingertips --
Your salvation, sure to throw away.

I do as I please,
So, please: come in.