MY LOVE AND MY HEART
OH, the days were ever shiny
When I ran to meet my love;
When I press’d her hand so tiny
Through her tiny tiny glove.
Was I very deeply smitten?
Oh, I loved like anything!
But my love she is a kitten,
And my heart’s a ball of string.
She was pleasingly poetic,
And she loved my little rhymes;
For our tastes were sympathetic,
In the old and happy times.
Oh, the ballads I have written,
And have taught my love to sing!
But my love she is a kitten,
And my heart’s a ball of string.
Would she listen to my offer,
On my knees I would impart
A sincere and ready proffer
Of my hand and of my heart.
And below her dainty mitten
I would fix a wedding ring—
But my love she is a kitten,
And my heart’s a ball of string.
Take a warning, happy lover,
From the moral that I show;
Or too late you may discover
What I learn’d a month ago.
We are scratch’d or we are bitten
By the pets to whom we cling.
Oh, my love she is a kitten,
And my heart’s a ball of string.
Henry S. Leigh.