Wondering if she will give me the chance To share my primal love with her alone Adds to fostering feelings of romance That have infested my form to the bone But had she not played it so hard to get And given of herself to me too soon I think that I would then live to regret Not laboriously working the swoon It is an unfulfilled romance that beats The lustful, swollen heart within my chest And too easy a prey the game defeats Preventing carnal love known at its best So play the game my beautiful dove The wait continues in boosting my love