Man of this earth,
Your hands are busy crafting, shaping ideas into forms
Touching wood, feeling for perfection
Turning romance into a work in progress
Your habits becomes an hymn
Whisper in my ear, your to-do list,
messages from the gods.
A healthy dose of fresh air, makes you a careful lover.
The Sun is setting, you make a fire
with your hands, you shape tomorrow.
There is a lot of work to be done
and you will rise with the Sun
birds chirping and all.