I'LL LIVE ON THE SMILES.
I
I love you sincerely, though often you tell me
I have not the symptoms that lovers should wear;
You say I should languish, and strive to compel me
To sue for your pity, with sighs of despair.
Yet think not that sighing, of love, is a token:
You frown, yet I cannot contrive to repine;
If hearts are not worth your regard till they're broken,
I trust, my fair lady, you'll never have mine!
II
You tell me my cheek wears no trace of dejection,
Yet do not believe that I love you the less;
You say I am cheerful, and surely affection
May brighten the spirits but cannot depress.
When present you always preserve me from sorrow,
And even when absent you'll drive it away,
For if I should chance not to see you to-morrow,
I'll live on the smiles that you gave me to-day.