To work all night and know no rest
Never feeling she’s done her best;
To fly so high then plunge so low,
The Scorpio is hard to know.
To be so cheerful yet so grave
To be so fearful yet so brave
Vulnerable but with such a sting
To know her is the hardest thing.
Black and white but never grey
She just won’t give herself away.
She’ll watch as through the fire you go.
The Scorpio is hard to know.
To be so hot and yet so cool,
To be so kind and yet so cruel,
To be so strong and yet so weak,
To know not quite what she seeks…
To love and yet be in control
Of those burning passions within her soul,
She makes you weep then makes you sing.
To know her is the hardest thing.
1993; written at 6 Polepark Road (Ground floor), Dundee