Love
If the world were a red, red rose,
As red as your lips are red,
And my life were the goldenrod,
As gold as your gold-crowned head,
And my hopes were forgetmenots,
As blue as your eyes are blue,
I would ruthlessly pluck them, every one,
And weave in a crown for you.
If my fame were a blossom fair,
As fair as your rounded cheek,
If the throb of my heart were just a bloom,
As sweet as the tones you speak;
If all I have won or hope to win
Were blossoms, you should not sue
For them at all! I would gladly pluck
And give every one to you.
I would pluck every one for you!
I love you, I do, so much!
I would yield my soul with a happy laugh
For the cool caressing touch
Of your dainty pink-palmed hands,
For the kisses I erstwhile knew;
And give my life, did you say I might,
For it all belongs to you.