I wrote a poem
In classic style
I wrote it with my tongue and my cheek and my lips in a smile
But of late my poem has a meaning so new
For, to my surprise, it suddenly applies
To my darling
To you

Were thine that special face
That face which fills my dreaming
Were thine the rythmed grace
Were thine the arm so live and slender
Were thine the lips so warm and tender
Were thine the kiss divine

Were thine the love for me
The love which filled my dreaming
When all these charms are thine
Then you'll be mine
All mine

Were thine the love for me
The love which filled my dreaming
When all these charms are thine
Then you'll be mine
All mine