Your presence makes the moment
precious to me.
I don't want these precious pearls
to slip away.
I want to collect them and treasure them.
As the moments grow longer
the pearls increase in number.
My greed for the pearls grows n grows
And I want to have plenty of them
I want no few of them.
But then I stop n ponder
Aren't these moments so precious
cos they are fewer?
They may cease to be as precious
and as special
if they grow too many in number.
