Were Thine That Special Face

Were thine that special face
 The face that fills my dreaming,
 Were thine the rhythm'd grace,
 Were thine the form so lithe and slender,
 Were thine the arms so warm, so tender,
 Were thine the kiss divine,
 Were thine the love for me,
 The love which fills my dreaming,
 When all these charms are thine
 Then you'll be mine, all mine.
 I wrote a poem
 In classic style.
 I wrote it with my tongue in my cheek
 And my lips in a smile.
 But of late my poem
 Has a meaning so new,
 For to my surprise
 It suddenly applies
 To my darling--to you.
 Were thine that special face
 The face that feels my dreaming,
 Were thine the rhythm'd grace,
 Were thine the form so lithe and slender,
 Were thine the arms so warm, so tender,
 Were thine the kiss divine,
 Were thine the love for me,
 The love which fills my dreaming,
 When all these charms are thine
 Then you'll be mine, all mine.
 When all these charms are thine
 Then you'll be mine, all mine.