Brink's Hall of Poetry



How Sweet

Your face is but the one I love, It seems no other ever, Could steal my heart as your face does, And make my body quiver.

Your wavy hair, your pretty eyes, Send shivers up my spine, That you knew me I do wish, A dream of thee is mine.

But now is not forever And someday maybe soon, Another girl may steal my heart And I'll forget about you.

Till then, tis thee I admire And think about every day, I hope that you will think of me For a chance with you I pray.