To whom should my heart go?
To which damsel should I say no?
I fear to trust may heart, for it is as stable as sand
And I know not where it might land.
I dare not judge by beauty,
For it does fade as a passing memory.
To know their character is my desire!
They are not as gold that is tested by fires
So to try their nature is rather hard
And I’d like to leave them unmarred.
Oh why is purity not easily found?
For my desire at times is to be bound
To one woman whom I can hold
And give her love untold.