Your Thoughts

Your thoughts are like the roses

That blossom in the sun,

And when your mind uncloses

I gather, one by one,

The sweetest little flow'rets

That ever lips let fall.

Your thoughts are like the roses,

Would I might have them all!

Your heart is like a treasure,

Safe guarded and secure,

In hours of pain and pleasure

By instincts fair and pure.

In loving eyes more precious

Than sparkling gems or gold.

Ah! Would to God that treasure

Were mine to have and hold!