Oh! that lovely photo,
That appeared in the little blue blaze
Showed summer with all its beauty
And how the cattle used to graze.
Then came a sigh,
Though followed by a smile,
For the summer’s balmy breeze
Made me feel like a child.
But dashed against the window
The chilly howling winds
That takes my vision in a snowdrift
And how my heart does pine.
THORNY LOVE
There’s a vision of your well known face,
Shining like my love that’s gone to waste.
I see your smiles as natural now,
And the way I loved you, for you taught me how.
Now I’m in a path that usually leads
Down to degradation.
My poor heart bleeds
When I think of our separation.
THE BATTLE OF HEARTS
Our hearts have met
On the battlefield of love,
Cupid is our general
In his aeroplane above.
But my poor heart’s
Crying for peace,
My love for you
Could ne’er decease.
And if fate guides the battle
So our hearts doesn’t blend,
Just picture how sad
Will be the end.