Do my eyes bring you joy?
Does it make you rather coy?
Or if when I smile-
Does it make you rather wild?

Or the length in my stare,
Thine eyes mine eyes had wear;
Or caress o'er your face
Where honest hands could trace:

Should I come further near?
Or withhold for thy fears?
Could a rose less the wait?
Or stars I take from space?

I know the spirits close!
The us that wear no clothes!
And magnets bring us nigh
And flirty too am I:

Thine eyes they bring me joy-
And make me feel so rather coy.