Cole Porter — Were Thine That Special Face

Were thine that special face The face that fills my dreaming Were thine the rythmed grace Were thine the form so lithe and slender Were thine the arms so warm, so tender Were thine the kiss divine Were thine the love for me The love that fills my dreaming When all these charms are thine Then you'll be mine, all mine I wrote a poem, in a classic style I wrote it with my tongue in 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 The face that feels my dreaming Were thine the rhythmed grace Were thine the form so lithe and slender Were thine the arms so warm, so tender Were thine the kiss divine Were thine the love for me The love which fills my dreaming When all these charms are thine Then you'll be mine, all mine When all these charms are thine Then you'll be mine, all mine