INTO the depths of your dark lustrous eyes I gaze,
And as I look with admiration there, I seem to see,
Reflected from their glances in a thousand ways,
The love which you so oft have promised me.
Nearer, more closely now, I fold thee to my breast,
Your hand returns the gentle pressure of my own,
Your ruby lips against my cheek are pressed,
And two hearts softly beat as one.