O dear, my dear, your picture glows,
You are the sweetest, full-blown rose.
If I could touch you with my toes
Who knows what else might upward go?
O schemer-dreamer, my whole heart,
I’ll press your hand upon my part.
We’re not too old for love divine;
Play you your part, and l’ll play mine.
O lovey-dovey, meet me true
And I’ll beat all my joy through you!
Oh, I must stop here, where we are,
For you are distant, still so far.
And yet, my love, though far we be,
I deeper fall in love with thee.
I am a flame; oh, see me, dear!
My blaze of day to you does steer!