Glamour of Gold
Or so at least it seems to me
While gazing on my lady's face!
And when with leaping heart I see
Her soft shy breathing 'neath the lace
That falls even to her feet . . .
The curves of her slim body trace—
See her supremely sweet—
While gazing on my lady's face!
And when with leaping heart I see
Her soft shy breathing 'neath the lace
That falls even to her feet . . .
The curves of her slim body trace—
See her supremely sweet—
Ah! then love swoons too satisfied
Too passionate for words of praise
With but one prayer, to abide
Safely at her sweet side always!
Even as that maiden there
That staid and silent still delays
Winding the long gold hair! . . .
Too passionate for words of praise
With but one prayer, to abide
Safely at her sweet side always!
Even as that maiden there
That staid and silent still delays
Winding the long gold hair! . . .
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