You have intruded on my heart;
You brighten up my dreams;
In my least thought you have a part;
You enter all my schemes.
Your face glows from the fireplace logs,
From billboards, and from flowers;
It lightens up November fogs,
And smiles at me from towers.
At movies, YOU’RE the current rage;
You’re every star that shines;
And even on the printed page,
You get between the lines.
But–warning!–trespass warily,
For you, let me confess,
Are quite the nicest part of me,
All but saying Yes!
by Ray Romine Thursday, May 22, 1952
