Foolish Boy Foolish Boy

I will never be yours

You will perish without me Foolish

I will never love you Foolish

Your lust means nothing, Foolish Boy

My face is hidden for it is not yours to gaze upon

My hands are protected from your filth because they are not yours to hold

My dark curls are like a treasure that is not yours to cherish

Do not spring your love unto me

My gown was made to entrance another

My lover wove the sweet spring roses for me

How I love her so you I do not

Foolish Boy Foolish Boy