BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS

Author: Thomas Moore

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day
Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy-gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.

It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And they cheeks unprofaned by a tear,
That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear;
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look which she turned when he rose.

Dreams

Author: William Scott

I gaze at your pictures
As I go to sleep,
I can hear your voice
It sounds oh so sweet

I then close my eyes
And sleep the night through,
The dreams that I have
Are of me and you.

I awake in the morning
I know this is real,
This dream that Im in
It feels so surreal.

I whisper your name
And say I love you,
I tell you my dreams
Their of me and you.

You look in my eyes
And hold me so tight,
The fears that we have
Will soon have respite.

I cannot contain
My feelings for you,
My heart is set free
It belongs only to you.