I Love You.

I love you fondly, deeply, truly; My heart rejoices with its load Of fondness, all on you bestowed. I smile and sigh, I laugh and cry; My feelings seem at times unruly, And all because I love you. I love you, and the knowledge real Is sweetest that the heart can feel. For all the world I would not lose The glad truth that I love you. I love you, darling, without measure, Adore you more than I can tell, Thy being o’er me casts a spell. At times I’m sad, Again I’m glad— A mingling queer of pain and pleasure— And all because I love you. I love you, and would not conceal The joy unspeakable I feel. Naught can alter or destroy The knowledge that I love you. I love you. My whole heart you’ve taken; But I have yours to fill the void, And so my breast is overjoyed. What joy is mine 20When words of thine Bid sorrow fly and hope awaken! And all because I love you. You may forsake me by-and-by, But I will love you till I die, For only death can steal the bliss I feel because I love you.