My Love Loves Me

by James Nack

Oh there is a song
That the young heart sings!
That forth in a fountain
Of music springs,
As fresh as the dance
Of the streams set free --
I love my love,
And my love loves me!

Sweetest and dearest,
Fondest and best,
While with thy presence
No longer blest,
My heart murmurs o'er
As it strays to thee, --
I love my love,
And my love loves me!

And thou, my beloved,
When I leave thy sight,
It soothes me to think
That thou wilt delight
To murmur the song
I taught to thee, --
I love my love,
And my love loves me!

We heed not the pleasures
To others known,
A better and dearer
Is ours alone,
To whisper our hearts
In their secret glee, --
I love my love,
And my love loves me!

And oh! when again
I welcome thy face,
When again I clasp thee
In fond embrace,
To me wilt thou whisper,
And I to thee, --
I love my love,
And my love loves me!