Classic Poem

Like a lilac in the spring
Is my love, my lady-love;
Purple-white, the lilacs fling
Scented blossoms from above:

So my love, my lady-love,
Throws soft glances on my heart;
Ah, my dainty lady-love,
Every glances is Cupid's dart.

Like a pansy in the spring
Is my love, my lady-love;
For her velvet eyes oft bring
Golden fancies from above:
Ah, my heart is pansy-bound
By those eyes so tender-true;
Balmy heartsease have I found,
Dainty lady-love, in you.

Like the changeful month of spring
Is my love, my lady-love;
Sunshine comes and glad birds sing,
Then a rain-cloud floats above:
So your moods change with the wind,
Like the colors of the dove,
All the sweeter, to my mind;
For the changes, lady-love.