Poems (Osgood)/Your Heart is a Music-Box, Dearest
YOUR HEART IS A MUSIC-BOX, DEAREST!
a love song
Your heart is a music-box, dearest! With exquisite tunes at command, Of melody sweetest and clearest, If tried by a delicate hand; But its workmanship, love, is so fine, At a single rude touch it would break;Then oh! be the magic key mine, Its fairy-like whispers to wake! And there's one little tune it can play, That I fancy all others above—You learn'd it of Cupid one day— It begins with and ends with "I love!" "I love!" My heart echoes to it "I love!"