A FOOLISH LOVE

Why do I look into thy face,

And think myself horrid and base?

Why must I feel when I’m with thee

A fool, a boy caught in a tree?

I know I’m not as good as you,

But if I falter I’ll surely rue

Because for you my love, my dear,

I’d suffer every pain and fear.

Please don’t think this is a game

Or at least that it is lame.

I just wanted you to know

The way I feel before I go.

I hope that this journey sees

Not the end of boys in trees

Or of my childish love for you

Though it may seem, is also true.