Were Thine That Special Face

Were thine that special face

The face which fills my dreaming

Were thine the rhythmed 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 which fills my dreaming

Were thine the rhythmed 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