Embarrassment of Lovers.
by Alice carry.
Somebody loves me, I am sure,
I think I love him, too;
If foolish actions are a proof,
The evidence will do!
thought we both had common sense,
Yet manage as we may,
We never say the thing we mean,
Nor mean the thing we say.
We sat, but yesterday, alone,
With twilight soft and dim,
And though he only mused of me,
And I of only him,
He asked me for my thoughts, and said
That his were of his youth;
Of course I answered him without
A lavish waste of truth,
And always, when he takes a kiss--
Nay, never frown at me!--
I know you've been kissed; at least
I know you've wished to be!
And yet such very wicked things
Are shocking to the good--
I tried to look so horrified,
As any lady should.
I wonder if the wedding ring
Would bind or break the charm!
I can't see how, in such a case,
It could do any harm.
And then I know that married folks,
Though how I cannot say,
Do man are with their love so well,
It's never in the way.
The very thought afflicts my mind
With such de ponding fits,
That if I part with him. I fear
I'll part with half my wits;
And if the priest should make us one
In name, and spirit, too,
I know I'd be beside myself,
So what am I to do?
