Classic Poem

Your love is far dearer, Sweetheart,
To me than your beauty or grace;
And your smiles I hold nearer, Sweetheart,
Than the charms of your wonderful face.

'Tis your kiss that entrances, Sweetheart,
Not the red of your ravishing lips;
And your passionate glances, Sweetheart,
Throw the light of your eyes in eclipse.

For the world without asking, Sweetheart,
Your grace and your beauty may see;
But 'tis I who am basking, Sweetheart,
In your love, and that's only for me!