Only Thine.

I know that thou art mine, my love, I know that thou art fair; And lovelier than the orange-flowers That bind thy glossy hair: That thou hast every gentle grace Which nature can design-- I know that thou art mine, my love, I know that I am thine: Yes, thine, my love, I'm thine, my love, Thine, thine, and only thine. I know that thou art true, my love, And welcome as the breeze Which comes, with healing on its wings, Across the summer seas: That thou hast every winning charm Which culture may refine-- I know that thou art mine, my love, I know that I am thine. Yes, thine, my love, I'm thine, my love, Thine, thine, and only thine.