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Queen of My Heart
19th Century
I stand at your threshold sighing,
As the cruel hours creep by,
And the time is slowly dying
That once too quickly did fly,
Your beauty o'er my being
Has shed a subtle spell,
And, alas! there is no fleeing
From the charms you wield so well,
For my heart is wildly beating,
As it never beat before--
One word, one whispered greeting,
In mercy I implore.
Oh, tell me why, if you intended
Thus to treat my love with scorn,
Such rents as will never be mended
In this poor heart you have torn!
Why, why did your beauty enslave me,
And give me such exquisite pain?
Oh, say but the word that would save me
And bid me hope again.
For my heart is wildly beating as it never
As it never beat before;
One word, one whispered greeting,
In mercy I implore.
Refrain:
For from daylight a hint we might borrow,
And prudence might come with the light,
Then why should we wait till tomorrow?
You are queen of my heart tonight.
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