Sweet Love
Sweeter than all I know,
Dearer than all I prize,
Far, far more valuable to me
Than gems or golden hoards
Are the warm and gentle chords
Of blissful amity
Stirred by your sparkling eyes
When, with pure happiness, they trusting glow.
Love’s furnace, my glad heart,
Flames with a strong, sure force
Which only burns to give you joy.
Always, my love, will I
With steadfast endeavour, try
To shew you that your coy
Heart can trust and rejoice
In mine; that now, dear, we need never part.
Sweeter than all I know,
Dearer than all I prize;
Far, far more valuable to me
Than gems or golden hoards
Are the warm and gentle chords
Of loving mutually.
Bright stars stand in our eyes;
Our love flows, like a river, endlessly.
