Oh, to be lovely
And oh, to be seen
By you who thinks
My breath upon your cheek
Is sweet.
To be lovely in your eyes
That dance,
To dance within your arms
That carry me and cherish me
My face, my frame so small.
To be called "lovely"
In a voice as bold as yours
I see your lips move
In my memory
And both our lips are poised.
To be lovelier even still
The older that we get
And lovelier than
Morning songs
or twinkling sunsets.
I desire a great thing by you
Oh, to be seen
And oh, to be
Lovely, lovely, lovely.


'roundabout 1 o'clock this morning