Song

by Frank Dempster Sherman

Song like a rose should be;
Each rhyme a petal sweet;
For fragrance, melody,
That when her lips repeat
The words, her heart may know
What secret makes them so: --
Love, only Love!

Go, then, my song, -- a rose
Fashioned of love and rhyme;
Unto her heart disclose
That secret old as time, --
Old, yet forever new!
Go, then, and tell her true: --
Love, only Love!