Kind boys,
Others I have known,
Come to me with glee,
Not like you,
With eyes that do quarrel
And suit me so unsuiting,
My skin bared.

Kind lads,
Complement my ginger hair,
My eyes, green as May grass,
Not like you,
Brazen lad so tall and stark,
With eyes blue as sheer cold,
My flesh shivers.

Kind souls,
Wish to court me and understand
Why my eyes askance are waiting,
Wishing for you,
Something unbridled in dark wilds,
A call of the glens to my blood only,
My insides craving.