My Foolish Heart

How white the ever constant moon

Take care, my foolish heart

There's a line between love and fascination

That's hard to see on an evening such as this

For they give the very same sensation

When you are lost in the passion of a kiss

Your lips are much too close to mine

Beware, my foolish heart

But should our eager lips combine

Then let the fire start

For this time it isn't fascination

Or a dream that will fade and fall apart, it's love