My Love And My Heart

Oh, the days were ever shiny         When I ran to meet my love;     When I press'd her hand so tiny         Through her tiny tiny glove.     Was I very deeply smitten?         Oh, I loved like anything!     But my love she is a kitten,         And my heart's a ball of string.     She was pleasingly poetic,         And she loved my little rhymes;     For our tastes were sympathetic,         In the old and happy times.     Oh, the ballads I have written,         And have taught my love to sing!     But my love she is a kitten,         And my heart's a ball of string.     Would she listen to my offer,         On my knees I would impart     A sincere and ready proffer         Of my hand and of my heart.     And below her dainty mitten         I would fix a wedding ring,     But my love she is a kitten,         And my heart's a ball of string.     Take a warning, happy lover,         From the moral that I show;     Or too late you may discover         What I learn'd a month ago.     We are scratch'd or we are bitten         By the pets to whom we cling.     Oh, my love she is a kitten,         And my heart's a ball of string.