Conscientious I get for love
Found in me does one dwell
To me belongs the prince
A king he becomes when our contributions
Hurdles home-ward in conclusion

Are those smiles for me?
He may be thinking what I'm thinking
Vague be thy attention not. Oh soul!
If not a fantasy, but, of surety
Clenches him me-ward next dawn

Poor! A heart getting nervous
Neither when inter-exposition be
Nor does an air of what supposes
Is his interest minced? Wake dude
Keep still will I my affections

Over-time brooding beats sagaciously
A cuddled heart! The victim of obsession
Lo, goes the fellowship bell
Thither the gatherers aren't. What for?
Unpresented are the longings at heart

He or I comes or goes asserting
I do? He does? Who does?
At my waist fits a grip, satiable a one
Sequel to my hurt, satisfaction
At all ain't sighted gleam by the right