Wait till you see her

see how he looks

wait till you hear her laugh.



Painters of paintings

writers of books

never could tell the half.



Wait till you fill

the warmth from his glance,

Pensive and sweet and wise.



All of it lovely

all of it trilling

I'll never be willing to free her.



When you see her

you won't belive your eyes

you won't belive your eyes