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.