My Foolish Heart

How white the ever constant moon

Take care, my foolish heartThere'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 kissYour 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