Don't be deceived by a vagrant fool,
Who weaves his words like a golden tool,
As magic he spins them in thinnest air,
To lure and capture a maiden fair.
Watch close thy sense, lest it be snared by this,
For words sweetly spun oft feel much like a kiss.
Partake of the joy they were meant to impart,
Lose not thy soul, nor thy head, nor thy heart.
Fall not for the words or letters you see,
Give them no breath or life without me,
Lest these words grow to be more than this man,
Who gently and lovingly reaches out his hand.
