I watch mine own gentle follies,
the follies of bashful non-action,
and curse myself soundly,
as I should be now proudly,
proclaiming my wants and desires.
Her stature is small and demure,
her personality is not,
I am sure.
And when I step right there near her,
I can almost not bear her,
not being right here in my arms.
I don't know what "follies" are, but this was nice.