As I listen to your voice so coy,

I cannot help but to enjoy

The attempts and the foolish pleas,

That mean but little to a tease.

When we converse, I deem this way,

That your feelings I must persway,

And when my tongue begins to freeze,

Then, once again, you must tease.

You seem to understand how I feel,

And what you say seems so real,

So I fall to the ground upon my knees,

And find again what you did was tease.

Now I want so for you to change,

This task, however, elludes my range.

Just as the leaves fall from the trees,

You must always remain a tease.