I Love You.
I love you fondly, deeply, truly;
My heart rejoices with its load
Of fondness, all on you bestowed.
I smile and sigh,
I laugh and cry;
My feelings seem at times unruly,
And all because I love you.
I love you, and the knowledge real
Is sweetest that the heart can feel.
For all the world I would not lose
The glad truth that I love you.
I love you, darling, without measure,
Adore you more than I can tell,
Thy being o’er me casts a spell.
At times I’m sad,
Again I’m glad—
A mingling queer of pain and pleasure—
And all because I love you.
I love you, and would not conceal
The joy unspeakable I feel.
Naught can alter or destroy
The knowledge that I love you.
I love you. My whole heart you’ve taken;
But I have yours to fill the void,
And so my breast is overjoyed.
What joy is mine
When words of thine
Bid sorrow fly and hope awaken!
And all because I love you.
You may forsake me by-and-by,
But I will love you till I die,
For only death can steal the bliss
I feel because I love you.
