The Girl

I love a girl a lovely girl,
Who doesn't love herself...
Who doesn't love me...

Her hair, once golden swirl,
Now darken' ,eclipsed by love,
But not mine, for my heart's above.

Floating high in the diamond shelf,
Like a star to guide her in night,
Her face ,a beauty, I'll keep in sight.

If only the future I could see,
To see what love would make,
Of us two, in hope of her to take.

I love a girl a lovely girl,
Who doesn't love herself...
Who doesn't love me.

And yet only time can see,
What love might be.