Please forgive, faire maiden,
The intensity of my stare.
Let not my captivity of
Thy beauty scarith
Thee from my visions range.

A reason to delay,
I cannot give to thee;
To slowith thy pace, to
Wit my mind is spellbound,
To the grace of your walk,
Is all I askith of thee.

The sway of thine hips,
the movement of thine frock,
As it keeps time with
Each step thee takes,
Rewards my mind, and shamefully
Admitting, tantalizing it that a
Jolt is felt within in
My heart and my loins.

I knowst not tis love or
Lust motivates these emotions;
For it not matters, I shant
Ever see thee once more.
The memory of thy beauty,
The grace of thy movements,
My mind holds captive,
Shall forever bringith a
Smile upon my lips.