You always stroll down the pasture

Yearning you could woo me faster

My coyness is a crime and true

I do not, at all, fancy you

I wish you were not here to stay

For you are nothing, I daresay.

Its rubies are not yet polished

And your long love is still unwished

Let us bluff that I were to fall

That your love would only enthrall

Me to having a deep passion

Our love would soon die of famine

Then why in aid should I refuse?

Till the conversion of the Jews.

You want to appreciate me

Do, and only, love me deeply

I would whole-heartedly be yours

With you I would adore and soar

And if what I say is real

Our bodies will be strongly fragile




You say my old age is close by

And I say to you I was right

I too see the endless desert

It shows you as a foul pervert

My virginity is for me

But it could be yours if you be

What you honestly say you are

For I prefer a pure memoir

However you are not faithful

Thus you're worth about a nibble

And if what I say is real

Our bodies will be strongly fragile




For now please do leave me alone

Though my young hue is outshone

And my fine attributes adored

It is not for you, the ignored.

Your love for me won't transpire

It'll cool quickly like a brisk fire

With you I do not itch to sport

Why is there a need to exhort?

If our love is true, let it be

But for now let it go, Andy.

In time we will find our true zeal

At which time we will turn the wheel

And if what I say is real

Our bodies will be strongly fragile