Sometimes you’re a child,
Sometimes you’re a grown up man,
But what I felt earlier is that you’re 22.
When you’re a child, you often smile,
When you’re a grown up man, you often dream a mile,
But when you’re 22, you often become neutral and mild.
Your kiss as a child is always sweet,
Your kiss as a matured man is always passionate,
But your kiss in your 22 is profoundly indifferent.
As a child you embrace me so tight,
As a man you embrace me so ardent,
As someone 22, you embrace me so light.
You might not know how it feels for me,
To have you love me as a child so charming,
To have you love me as a man so endearing.
But for you to love me at 22,
It would be oh so great and beyond the measures
As it is when you love me despite your imperfections
Love and security becomes my lifelong companions.