Whom do I love? And must I tell, Sweetheart, the whole list through? I love—now let me think a spell— I love—well, I love you! Nay, don't protest and hide your face— Dear me! and blushes, too! And is it, then, a sad disgrace, My own, that I love you? One day you came a-visiting My heart—no doubt you knew You entered without knock or ring— And stayed; so I love you. You 're not so very large, and still I fear me it is true That in my heart no other will Find place while I love you. So here's a kiss—a new-signed lease; Thus love shall aye renew Your freehold in my heart, and peace Shall reign, for I love you! |