I can see you smiling like a morning sun,
Your cheeks bouncing like a new born,
Your dimples appearing like no bones,
I mean bones of your face are absent, ...
Suppose, my dear, that you were I
And by your side your sweetheart sate;
Suppose you noticed by and by
The distance 'twixt you were too great;
Now tell me, dear, what would you do?
I know-and so do you.