MY love's face is exceeding fair, With eyes like jewels bright; Above, a wealth of flowing hair, A golden crown of light. With smiles more radiant than the sun, My love frees me from care, And yet, when all is said and done, I'm driven to despair. And if the reason you'd seek out Why I should mournful be, I'll tell you that I'm filled with doubt Which girl is meant for me. And yet I love but one sweet face, -- Oh, happy he who wins, -- But I, I'm in an awkward place, My love, you see, is twins. |