I sit here waiting my ladies return
I fear my words to her do burn
Through heavy hearts and evening’s way
We chat last night and now today
I feel her shy but not so bold
To think a minute her heart is cold
Ever so kind and slow to speak
The slightest words to make me weak
I wait here for her head to cool
I ponder thoughts like days in school
I love our talks and idle chat
To you my dear I lower my hat.
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