TO HAVE, TO HOLD, TO LOVE

There comes a vision fair to me,
Awake, asleep, alone.
Your gentle face, dear heart, I see,
I dream that you're my own,

And in a flight of fancy, soar,
With you to realms above,
Then wake and want you more and more
To have, to hold, to love.

To have, to hold,                                                

to love you Forever and a day.
To have you, dear, to hold you near,
To worship you for aye.

The world would seem a dream, dear,
And fair the skies above,
If you, my own, were mine alone,
To have, to hold to love.

Ernest R. Ball (1913)

jpr: So! There are those who belive the whole cupid thing!