Helen Hunt Jackson - Couleur de Rose lyrics

All things to-day 'Couleur de rose,' I see,-oh, why? I know, and my dear love she knows, Why, oh, why! On both my eyes her lips she set, All red and warm and dewy wet, As she pa**ed by. The kiss did not my eyelids close, But like a rosy vapor goes, Where'er I sit, where'er I lie, Before my every glance, and shows All things to-day 'Couleur de rose.' Would it last thus? Alas, who knows? Men ask and sigh: They say it fades, 'Couleur de rose.' Why, oh, why? Without swift joy and sweet surprise, Surely those lips upon my eyes Could never lie, Though both our heads were white as snows, And though the bitterest storm that blows, Of trouble and adversity, Had bent us low: all life still shows To eyes that love 'Couleur de rose.'