MY love is like a lily bud Unfolding to the light; Her graces, like the petals fair, Distill a fragrance rich and rare; She fills my heart, She thrills my heart, This dainty, winsome sprite. Her eyes are like the violet So modest, yet so bright; The fringèd lids sweep o'er a cheek Where dimples play at hide and seek; Those eyes of blue So leal and true, That thrill me with delight. The vermeil lips carnations are, With morning dew empearled; Sweet arching lips that smile and pout, Or merrily a laugh rings out; A maiden fair, A flow'ret rare, Unspotted by the world. Her goldilocks are deftly twined Round fingers fair to view, Then lightly fall in wealth of curl, That sets a throbbing heart awhirl. Ah, little girl, With hair acurl, I love you fond and true. I fain would pluck this virgin bloom And wear it 'gainst my heart; Life's clouds would shine with silver light, And love would cheer the darksome night; Her hand in mine, Ah, bliss divine, To love and ne'er to part! |