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.