There is make believe every day,

For this poor romantic fool.

There in the moon light,

Are yesterdays vapors.

There are moments in thought,

When the yestetrdays are real.

Imagination adds to the delight

Of the kisses, that linger on.

Why should I not realize

That those days, though gone,

Will always linger in a heart

That knows its beat is yours.

Maybe tomorrow

I'll not see the dawn.

Hopefully I'll see you,

In God's heavenly throne.