Thomas Brooks, The Dawn of Love (1846)
The Dawn of Love, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Sitting peacefully here with you so near,
I gaze upon your virginal beauty,
Wondering if this feeling I should fear.
Has Cupid done his appointed duty?
What is it about you that gives such joy?
Be it the sound of your voice makes me meek?
Making my heart dance as a little boy.
Is it your love I unknowingly seek?
Your bluest eyes brighter than any sky,
Their twinkling puts this poor mind in a trance,
Making every thought of you start to fly.
But are we too young to think of romance?
Be sure that this heart has an open door,
With you it be love, willing to explore.