Classic Poem

By your fireside, close to my side,
You are sitting silently,
Eyes so tender — I surrender
To their charm and mystery:
All the room is filled with you.

Tho' no word of hope you've spoken,
Still my faith remains unbroken:
All the room is filled with you, dear,
Filled with you.

In the twilight, by your firelight,
I would linger yet awhile,
Waiting gladly, loving madly
You, your sweetness and your smile:
All my world is filled with you.

Even tho' your love lies sleeping,
In the silence you are keeping:
All my world is filled with you, dear,
Filled with you.