To my little sunbeam.Thy lilted voice and hair of flaxMaketh mine heart to melt like waxThy skin so soft and white like creamMake me to think thou art a dreamThine wanton joy's a work of artI am your martyr; pierced by heartPlease don't fear, I'm watching, nearBut shall never touch you, dear!With love,Your secret admirer.
Thy lilted voice and hair of flaxMaketh mine heart to melt like waxThy skin so soft and white like creamMaketh me think you're of a dreamThine wanton joy's a work of artI am your martyr; pierced of heartAnd please don't fear, I'm watching, nearBut lay a hand, I won't, my dear