Beware O’ lover,
of these treacherous
nights,
blinding eyes
with blinding lights.
Beware O’
lover,
of its cunning
ways,
how steadily
it sets and how it behaves.
Beware O’
lover,
of the
pain it brings,
even when
it’s gone, it stings!
Beware O’
lover,
of the
people that roam,
lost and
cheated, looking for ‘home’.
Beware O’
lover,
of its
magnificent charm,
the night
is skilled to disarm.
But most
of all O’ lover beware,
of its
peace and calm handpicked,
the night
makes one easily its addict.
