My Lover.

Have I a lover? I can’t say no, For some one always tells me so. And I let him? Of course, you see It does no harm to him or me. Do we quarrel? Why, how you ask Me questions. Take me quite to task. We quarrel? Yes, we sometimes do; But then, we kiss and make up, too. What does he look like? Is he tall? Blue eyes or brown? mouth large or small? His eyes are large and soft and grey, And he is quite tall, so they say. He loves me dearly, and I’m sure His love is warm, and strong and pure; In all the world he loves me best, Thinks I’m the sweetest, prettiest. He says he’ll have no wife but me; Wherever I am he must be; My steps he guards with loving care, When we go walking anywhere. You think I’m proud of him, you say. Such are not found, dear, every day. I only hope when you are grown, You’ll have as true love for your own. When will we marry? I must smile, You look so gravely all the while; I’m old enough to be his mother, Why, dear, he is your baby brother.