And Excerpt from "The Writ" by Paul Gray.
©Copyright 2012 by Paul Gray. All rights reserved

In youth I took a lover, so much younger than myself.
In youth I took a lover oh so fine.
Her lips were sweet like berries and with skin as soft as silk;
Her kiss intoxicating was like wine.

In youth I took a lover so much younger than myself
Yet the day would come where age would bid her leave.
Then came that day we said adieu and she took another lover
And loneliness did cause my heart to grieve.

Don't take a younger lover for the promises she makes
Are spoken quick without a thought for cost.
Of the candle that you burn with her, both ends will burn up fast
And soon you'll find 'tis more than candle lost.