[This is all business, for Elma. Love just isn't her thing. Which makes it hard to work out just how she should respond, but she barrels on ahead nonetheless!]
You speak so boldly As if love can provide Everything that you need To keep you alive.
But in two years or ten Your heart will be torn! For the home that is lost Will be yours to mourn.
Your path is the selfish one! No thought for tomorrow! And how your blissful love Will turn to sorrow.
Stop this self-delusion! Wake up to the truth. Your folly is too rich In your naive youth.
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You speak so boldly
As if love can provide
Everything that you need
To keep you alive.
But in two years or ten
Your heart will be torn!
For the home that is lost
Will be yours to mourn.
Your path is the selfish one!
No thought for tomorrow!
And how your blissful love
Will turn to sorrow.
Stop this self-delusion!
Wake up to the truth.
Your folly is too rich
In your naive youth.