Willard Wattles

LOVE is in my heart tonight as a bird is in its nest;

I will build me a wall of song from the fragrance of thy breast.

For some are wise, and some are not, and some will go their way;

But I have rifled the rose of life, and I have had my day.

It’s many will lay their golden heads in the muck of Flanders clay,

And many are quick and warm tonight who will be cold in May;

But I have lived and I have loved …. a little song is best—

Love is in my heart tonight as a bird is in its nest.