What is it which has risked your life and limb?

What blinds eyes, so that you may never see?

All thoughts of kind have brought me thoughts of him.

But perish the thought, should he think of me.

And I never waste time when it's not free.

Even briefly, you won't spare me a glance.

It's not that you don't give care or pity,

But love is a decision, never chance.

Remember when we first began to dance,

The partners switched, but twice your hand I'd hold.

I had no grace, nor witty elegance,

Displeasure was a secret never told.

Yet if I take the time to think anew,

I was always happy when it was you.