At Your Feet

Where are you tonight my love?
 What is it that you do?
 It's true my heart is torn apart
 When I'm not with you
 What enchanted thoughts swim through your head?
 Are any of them of me?
 When, my dear, you go to bed
 Is it my face you see?

 Who is honoured with your presence now?
 And do they even care?
 The thought of you not being admired
 Fills me with despair
 Do they appreciate your loveliness?
 Do they marvel at your splendor?
 Do they love to hear your velvet voice?
 Do they adore your smile so tender?

 If they do not
 Then they all are fools
 and had you been with me
 Every day, my love, you'd be a king
 because that's what you are to me

 I'm at your feet
 and I come with gifts
 my body, heart, and soul
 They're yours to do with as you please
 to command and to control

 I give myself with all my heart
 I'm yours for all of time
 Your slave, your queen, your anything
 only say that you are mine.