I wrote a poem In classic style I wrote it with my tongue and my cheek and my lips in a smile But of late my poem has a meaning so new For, to my surprise, it suddenly applies To my darling To you ♪ Were thine that special face That face which fills my dreaming Were thine the rythmed grace Were thine the arm so live and slender Were thine the lips so warm and tender Were thine the kiss divine Were thine the love for me The love which filled my dreaming When all these charms are thine Then you'll be mine All mine ♪ Were thine the love for me The love which filled my dreaming When all these charms are thine Then you'll be mine All mine