Moderne Rosalind

Come, woo me, woo me— I’m in a holiday mood. What would you say to me now if I were your Rosalind? You say, “I would kiss before I spoke.” Then speak— and when your words run dry, you may take your kiss. I know that look you wear— it’s written on your face. You’re restless just to touch me, you can hardly wait. But no— before your hands can reach me, fill me with your words. A woman wants to hear them long before she’s touched. Don’t rush— don’t waste the moment now. If you desire me, then show me how. Woo me slowly, say it true— love is spoken before it’s proved. Take your time, don’t lose the art— words must reach me before your heart. Anyone can see it— you’re already mine. You wear it in your eyes, you show it every time. So let me teach you, since you want me so— if you truly love me, then learn how to show. Come, woo me, woo me— say what you dare. If I were your Rosalind, would you still come near? Would you speak, or lose your way— and steal a kiss to save the day? Woo me slowly, say it true— love is spoken before it’s proved. Take your time, don’t lose the art— win me first with your words and heart.