My love, you looked so radiant tonight,Seated at your dresser combing your hair,Crowned with a bright golden halo of lightFrom the lamp on the stand beside your chair.Though you demur, I only speak the truthWhen I declare, that ‘spite of time, your faceHas never lost the rosy bloom of youth,And though the passing years have left their trace,Those marks of grace serve merely to enhanceThe beauty that was nature’s gift to y...