THE NAME
I’ve learned to say it carelessly,So no one else can seeBy any little look or signHow dear it is to me.But, oh, the thrill, as though you kissedMy tingling finger-tipsEach time the golden syllablesFall lightly from my lips!Williamina Parrish
I’ve learned to say it carelessly,So no one else can seeBy any little look or signHow dear it is to me.But, oh, the thrill, as though you kissedMy tingling finger-tipsEach time the golden syllablesFall lightly from my lips!Williamina Parrish
I’ve learned to say it carelessly,So no one else can seeBy any little look or signHow dear it is to me.
I’ve learned to say it carelessly,
So no one else can see
By any little look or sign
How dear it is to me.
But, oh, the thrill, as though you kissedMy tingling finger-tipsEach time the golden syllablesFall lightly from my lips!
But, oh, the thrill, as though you kissed
My tingling finger-tips
Each time the golden syllables
Fall lightly from my lips!
Williamina Parrish