Oh heart, why do I move with his remark?
His words so pleasing, they hit right through me;
Asking my heart to let him put his mark
As he says he has found the one in me.
This our age is too young to call it love
I think it might just be fascination,
But he says it’s the one that they speak of
For his feelings are truly with passion.
He guarantees that his love never fades
Nor his every word must put him to shame
Because it’ll be too late when my heart breaks,
Yet his words so pleasing has had me tame
‘Tis My heart he is able to make bloom
Delighted he is for ending his doom