Don’t you know the words hurt so? Don’t you konw they deal a hard blow? I am just young, still much to learn. Must your love have a price? I know your concern. Just sit with me. The touch of your hand means so much. The time goes so fast and it’s hard to hold on. Your temper is short, but your love line is long. Am I pulling too hard? Are the boundaries defined? What might be lost in our travels together. Will the wind set us free or push us together? We’ll see.