A Girl's Love
They came between your heart, and mine made glad
Because your life is brave and gay and wise,
Because I love you . . . though I know too well
The fickle crowd has told you love is mad,
And yet you keep love's laughter in your eyes . . .
Because your life is brave and gay and wise,
Because I love you . . . though I know too well
The fickle crowd has told you love is mad,
And yet you keep love's laughter in your eyes . . .
Perhaps, some day my secret I will tell
Or you might guess it, dear, such things have been
Some day when our eyes meet, and our hands touch!
A look, a little word would break the spell
Of silence, like a sword our hearts between—
Meanwhile, I dare not love you overmuch.
Or you might guess it, dear, such things have been
Some day when our eyes meet, and our hands touch!
A look, a little word would break the spell
Of silence, like a sword our hearts between—
Meanwhile, I dare not love you overmuch.
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