You offered yourself like a gift
Full of trust in my self-control
With no trait of feminine thrift
Revealing your innermost soul.
I can’t tell you just what it cost
To keep pen away from blank page
Once given, virtue’s fore’er lost
I could not take that advantage.
No, not while there’s the slightest doubt
In your mind — I would rather wait
’Til I’m sure it won’t turn about
Lest your love for me turns to hate.
Think again, therefore, what you give
Be as sure as I am of love
Then come to me our love to live
Fitting as a hand snug in glove.