I want you when the shades of eve are falling
And purpling shadows drift across the land;
When sleepy birds to loving mates are calling -
I want the soothing softness of your hand.
I want you when the stars shine up above me,
And Heaven's flooded with bright moonlight;
I want you with your arms and lips to love me
Throughout the wonder watches of the night.
I want you when in dreams I still remember
The ling'ring of your kiss - for old time's sake -
With all your gentle ways, so sweetly tender,
I want you in the morning when I wake.
I want you when the day is at its noontime,
Sun-steeped and quiet, or drenched with sheet of rain;
I want you when the roses bloom in June-time;
I want you when the violets come again.
I want you when my soul is thrilled with passion;
I want you when I'm weary and depressed;
I want you when in lazy, slumberous fashion
My senses need the haven of your breast.
I want you when through field and wood I'm roaming;
I want you when I'm standing on the shore;
I want you when the summer birds are homing -
And when they've flown - I want you more and more.
I want you, dear, through every changing season;
I want you with a tear or with a smile;
I want you more than any rhyme or reason -
I want you, want you, want you - all the while.
Arthur L. Gillom