To Miss Bessie Kirby, the season’s bride.

Because you are in love, and young

And sweet and fair and true,

All the love songs by poets sung

Might have been penned for you.

And, so to you I dedicate

All that my pen has penned

Herein of love. May pleasure wait

Down every path you wend.

Not because you are young and true

And fair, and skies above

Are clear, I tune my song to you

Because you are in love.

Judd Mortimer Lewis