For every kiss you’ve given me;
For every moment’s ecstacy;
For all the happy hours we’ve known;
For the gentle way our love has grown;
For hands that catch and clasp and twine;
For your heart whispering to mine;
For your lips poised in mild surprise;
For what I see deep in your eyes–
I owe you, dear. But how repay
A debt that’s growing every day?
by Ray Romine Saturday, August 20, 1949
