All that glisters- - -

When first I saw you, so sorely I fell Your radiant eyes set my heart ablaze Upon my soul you weaved your wicked spell Moulding me under your bewitching gaze Thus I could not but be your willing slave Ready to meet your every desire So deeply did I your attention crave Your very presence set my soul on fire Twas when I discovered your diary That the truth upon me began to dawn Your angel face masked a fiend fiery From your control then I had to be gone A word of warning to all you good men Beware the wiles of bewitching women