These days are mixed with honey and milk
Sugar, spice, and everything nice
Beware the of that which rears its ugly head
Spray it with perfume and drown it in flowers
Take heed; beware of what rears its ugly head
Don’t invest in ideals
His soldier’s heart is filled with fire
His words and actions speak of haste
Passions took him in its embrace
Come any who can compare
Still, with the heart he missed the head
Eagerness leads to tactlessness
Unlike what they desire
No time has he for slow spoken words
No room left for the allure of patience
No awareness of sensitivity
No steady hand needed to hold what’s delicate
Wild and untamable for he’s a young soul
Verily he’s green and gold
With dreams like spring
And eyes of babes
Reminiscent of when we were once innocent
Evoking remembrance of days long forgotten
Those days, those were mixed with honey and milk
Sugar and spice and everything nice
