What is this "You" I love so well
Whose face and form forever dwell
Within my heart?
Is it the face that makes you "You,"
With smiles that thrill me through and through
Though we're apart?

Or is't the form which comes to view,
That seems so much a part of you
I love so dear?
Ah, no! Were both some other thing,
Still if to me your heart 'twould bring,
O never fear —

I'd know it well; since all that's best.
And sweet and pure, that in you rest.
Is mind above.
For when God thought of something true,
His angels came straightway to you —
The "You" I love.