Pretty as a picture,
pretty you are with a smile upon your face,
as you sit in the cool air,
and as you wander here and there,
as you wander here and there in your memories,
and as I look at you,
I look at you and I linger in your eyes,
and they are full of care,
they are full of care and how beautiful is your gentility,
that with me you share,
and oh, how beautiful,
and what sentiments and sensitivities there are,
and how gently you hold me,
and how you cuddle me,
when you are finished with your thinking,
when you have run out of thoughts,
and of your intellectual pursuits of,
in which you try to fix the world,
and always of them you have a lot,
and I,
I am glad when you come down from out of the clouds,
and when you look at me and you kiss me,
and we revel passionately in the love that we share,
for you are as pretty as a picture,
pretty you are,
and oh, how time flies,
how time flies,
next to you my beautiful shining star.
