Not so strong

Creeks become rivers which then become oceans, The first kiss is always the most precious, the most pure, An acorn has the potential to become an ancient oak. Blue eyes beckon, but you misspoke. The first kiss is always the most precious, the most pure, An acorn has the potential to become an ancient oak, Heated nights and scorching words of desire. The Earth is destroyed, consumed by fire. An acorn has the potential to become an ancient oak, Blue eyes beckon, but you misspoke, Oceans cascade, sailors' doom, a siren song Begging me to play along. Blue eyes beckon, but you misspoke, The Earth is destroyed, consumed by fire, Begging me to play along. An oak tree, perhaps, is not so strong.