by William Henry Gardner (1865 - 1932)

Thy beaming eyes
Language: English 
Thy beaming eyes
Are Paradise,
To me, my love, to me.
Thy trembling kiss,
Is heav'nly bliss,
To me sweet love,
But oh, thy heart!
It has no part,
With thee, my dear,
'Tis strangely cold,
And doth withhold,
Its love I fear,
Thy beaming eyes,
Are Paradise,
To me, my dear.

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