Three little words—they were, "I love you."
Acting.
Ah, my arms hold you fast! How can they be so bold
When my hands offer nothing of silver or gold?
Can it be that I see a new light in your eye?
Can it be that I heard then a womanly sigh?
Ah, I feel such delight, and such joy, such surprise,
That I hardly dare lift my own sight to your eyes