NOT long ago I fell in love, But unreturned is my affection -- The girl that I'm enamored of Pays little heed in my direction. I thought I knew her fairly well: In fact, I'd had my arm around her; And so it's hard to have to tell How unresponsive I have found her. For, though she is not frankly rude, Her manners quite the wrong way rub me: It seems to me ingratitude To let me love her -- and then snub me! Though I'm considerate and fond, She shows no gladness when she spies me -- She gazes off somewhere beyond And doesn't even recognize me. Her eyes, so candid, calm and blue, Seem asking if I can support her In the style appropriate to A lady like her father's daughter. Well, if I can't then no one can -- And let me add that I intend to: She'll never know another man So fit for her to be a friend to. Not love me, eh? She better had! By Jove, I'll make her love me one day; For, don't you see, I am her Dad, And she'll be three weeks old on Sunday! |