Wouldst thou take my hand? Or wouldst thou leave it?
Wouldst thou ever see, thou art mine love dear.
But dost thou show thine heart? Nay, thine just sit!
Dost thou know mine intentions? Dost thou hear?

Though lady I am, lady I will be,
Thine silence has close to have me go mad.
I wish to simply tell you truth, you see
Explain the feeling for so long I've had

I am not sure of Man, I'm sure of me
But that dost not mean man cannot be seen
For Man is not the truth, but man art thee
And man thou art that I do dream unclean

And though I dare not say that I'm in love
Your smile makes my heart flutter like a dove