Let us make a leap, my dear, 
In our love, of many a year, 
And date it very far away, 
On a bright clear summer day, 
When the heart was like a sun 
To itself, and falsehood none; 
And the rosy lips a part 
Of the very loving heart, 
And the shining of the eye 
But a sign to know it by; 
When my faults were all forgiven, 
And my life deserved of Heaven. 
Dearest, let us reckon so, 
And love for all that long ago; 
Each absence count a year complete, 
And keep a birthday when we meet. 
"Let Us Make A Leap, My Dear"
written byThomas Hood
© Thomas Hood





