Classic Poem

VERSE

I make up things to say
On my way to you,
On my way to you,
I find things to say.
I can write poems too,
When you're far away,
When you're far away,
I write poems, too.
But when you are near, my lips go dry,
When you are near, I only sigh
Oh, dear.

REFRAIN

I've told ev'ry little star
Just how sweet I think you are —
Why haven't I told you?
I've told ripples in a brook,
Made my heart an open book —
Why haven't I told you?
Friends ask me
Am I in love,
I always answer " Yes. "
(Might as well confess;
If I don't, they guess.)
Maybe you may know it, too —
Oh, my darling, if you do,
Why haven't you told me, dear?
Why haven't you told me?