Love

When your heart beats so loud,

You can hear it from a mile,

When her slightest of memories,

Makes you flash a beaming smile,

When the life looks rosy,

Though the roses have withered,

When her company feels cozy,

Though she may not be there,

Then you have been sickened,

By the deadliest disease on earth,

Oh yes, be sad; oh yes, be merry,

For you are sure in love.

When the fear of a broken heart,

Stalks you all the time,

And yet an unknown faith,

Makes you believe in life,

When you think of something good,

You think it all for her,

When you step upon a thorn,

You wish for her only fur,

Then you sure have been blessed,

By the blessed feeling of world,

Oh yes, be sad; oh yes, be merry,

For you are sure in love.