Is there a hope that I can hold,
A hope that I can to me fold
You in my arms,
Die by your charms?
Is there a word that I can say,
A word that will in part repay
You for your trust?
Hold you I must.
Is there in this a single tie,
A knot, a bond, a little lie
To bind, to fix,
Buttress the mix?
Is there a part that I can play?
Can I be certain from today?
Give me the chance –
My first romance.
Roland's Ragbag 