Let’s wait

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.