romantic poems

VERSE

I'm so in love,
And though it gives me joy intense,
I can't decipher
If I'm a lifer,
Or if it's just a first offense.
I'm so in love,
I've no sense of values left at all.
Is this a playtime,
Affair of Maytime,
Or is it a windfall?

REFRAIN 1

Is it an earthquake or simply a shock?
Is it the good turtle soup or merely the mock?
Is it a cocktail, this feeling of joy,
Or is what I feel the real McCoy?

VERSE

After watching your appeal from ev'ry angle,
There's a big romantic deal I've got to wangle,
For I've fallen for a certain luscious lass,
And it's not a passing fancy or a fancy pass.

REFRAIN

I love the looks of you, the lure of you,
I'd love to make a tour of you,
The eyes, the arms, the mouth of you,
The east, west, north, and the south of you.

I'd love to gain complete control of you,
And handle even the heart and soul of you.
So love, at least, a small percent of me do,

Let them say to my Lover
That here I lie!
The thing of His pleasure,
His slave am I.

Say that I seek Him
Only for love,
And welcome are tortures
My passion to prove.

Love giving gifts
Is suspicious and cold;
I have all, my Beloved,
When Thee I hold.

Hope and devotion
The good may gain;
I am but worthy
Of passion and pain.

So noble a Lord
None serves in vain,
For the pay of my love
Is my love's sweet pain.

I love Thee, to love Thee, —

VERSE

Never saw you look
Quite so pretty before,
Never saw you dressed
Quite so lovely, what's more
I could hardly wait
To keep our date
This lovely Easter morning,
And my heart beat fast
As I came through the door,
For

REFRAIN

In your Easter bonnet
With all the frills upon it
You'll be the grandest lady
In the Easter Parade.
I'll be all in clover,
And when they look you over
I'll be the proudest fellow

VERSE

Though you've decided that our love is wrong
And think that we should part,
It seems as though I have loved you so long,
You'll always be in my heart.

REFRAIN

Is it a sin,
Is it a crime
Loving you, dear, like I do?
If it's a crime, then I'm guilty,
Guilty of loving you.
Maybe I'm wrong,
Dreaming of you,
Dreaming the lonely night through.
If it's a crime, then I'm guilty,
Guilty of dreaming of you.
What can I do,

Leona, dear, twelve months ago,
Your pensive soul I scarce did know;
A summer's touch we did require
To wake the strings of love's soft lyre.

Accept this trifle, dear, and know
My blessing glides where'er you go.
May joy with her delightful breeze
Fan all your life, prays Eloise.

(Joe Young alone)

VERSE

Don't be afraid of the future,
All of our plans will come true.
How can they fail with love on our side?
They'll never fail, we won't be denied.
All the world's a symphony
For you,
For me.

REFRAIN

Life is a song, let's sing it together.
Let's take our hearts and dip them in rhyme.
Let's learn the words, let's learn the music together,
Hoping the song lasts for a long, long time.

VERSE 1

Now won't you listen, honey, while I say
How could you tell me that you're going away?
Don't say that we must part,
Don't break your baby's heart.
You know I've loved you for these many years,
Loved you night and day.
Oh, honey baby, can't you see my tears?
Listen while I say:

REFRAIN

" After you've gone
And left me crying,
After you've gone
There's no denying,
You'll feel blue,
You'll feel sad,

VERSE

What a modern age, modern age, modern age,
The whole world's racing;
Speed is all the rage, all the rage, all the rage,
As we go chasing.
Thomas Edison,
He's the one,
Who's begun
Accelerating.
Now with Mister Bell,
Sam'll Morse as well,
Why keep waiting?

REFRAIN 1

No time to pitch woo now,
The century's new now,
I'm singing my love songs in that new ragtime.
The minute I meet ya'
I send for the preacher

Last night, when my tired eyes were shut with sleep,
I saw the one I love, and heard her speak, —
Heard, in the listening watches of the night,
The sweet words melting from her sweeter lips:
But what she said, or seemed to say, to me
I have forgotten, though, till morning broke,
I kept repeating her melodious words.
Long, long may Jami's eyes be blest with sleep,
Like that which last night stole him from himself, —
That perfect rest which, closing his tired lids,
Disclosed the hidden beauty of his love,