I fell in love with you first time I looked into

Sweet and lovely, sweeter than the roses in May, And she loves me, there is nothing more I can say.

So rare, You're like the sparkle of old champagne; Orchids in cellophane Couldn't compare to you.

I may seem proud; I may act gay, It's just a pose; I'm not that way, .'Cause deep down in my heart I say, I surrender, dear.

Song like a rose should be; Each rhyme a petal sweet; For fragrance, melody, That when her lips repeat The words, her heart may know What secret makes them so:—

And also there’s a little star So white a virgin’s it must be:— Perhaps the lamp my love in heaven Hangs out to light the way for me.

O fairest of the feather’d train! For whom I sing, for whom I burn, Attend with pity to my strain, And grant my love a kind return.