Hoping that I do not catch your roaming sight,
For if you wake while I am running from your charms,
You might try to catch me back up in to your arms...
You do not understand my compulsions, deep;
Nor why I take this newfangledness steep.
But surely as I stand in darkness now,
I shall tell the truth to you, this I do vow.
If faithful to you you desire me to be,
Faithfulness is required of you, back unto me.
And take not another maiden to your heart,
Or allow any other to fill my part...
So then, when my shoulders are once again bare,
And my arms are between yours, so broad and so fair,
You shall not worry for me in the morn,
I will still be there, lying beside your form..
And so, when this is fulfilled I will be happier than ever,
And I shall no longer flee.
