Poems (Sharpless)/I Love My Love

by Frances M. Sharpless

I LOVE MY LOVE

Sing out, little bird, from thy leafy world,
 Sing out in thy joy so full and free;
My heart finds voice in thy gush of song,
 For I love my love, and my love loves me.

The whole earth glows with a golden light,
 The sky is as blue as blue can be;
My heart is happy forever more,
 For I love my love and my love loves me.

Sing louder and fuller yet, sweet bird,
 From thy wind-rocked home in the sunlit tree;
Yet my heart in its joy shall outswell thy song,
 For I love my love, and my love loves me.

Where are life's sorrows? I see but her smile,
 And beneath its glories all shadows flee;
I hear no tears in her tender voice
 As she whispers softly, "I love but thee."

In the quiver of leaves thro' the summer air,
 In the murmur of waters clear and low,
In the breath of flowers, the light of stars,
 In the flitting shadows that come and go;

In the evening clouds with their royal pomp,
 In the gentle patter of summer rain,
In the dew that drops like an angel's tears,
 But, most of all, in thy joyous strain—

I hear but the echo of one soft song,
 That shall never cease, in the days to be,
To bring summer and bloom to my care-worn soul—
 "Oh! I love my love and my love loves me."