I am enamoured-–no smitten—by you,
But I am fearful,
For I know not what lies ahead,
For this is a new road that I have not yet begun to travel,
And I am ill-prepared for such a journey.
Care to guide me lest I become I lost?
Care to lead me so I don’t go astray?
Else through the woods alone,
For I don’t know what to do,
And I don’t want to lose my happiness,
To be a fool for you.