" At Your FeetWhere are you tonight my love?What is it that you do?It's true my heart is torn apartWhen I'm not with youWhat enchanted thoughts swim through your head?Are any of them of me?When, my dear, you go to bedIs it my face you see?Who is honoured with your presence now?And do they even care?The thought of you not being admiredFills me with despairDo 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 notThen they all are foolsand had you been with meEvery day, my love, you'd be a kingbecause that's what you are to meI'm at your feetand I come with giftsmy body, heart, and soulThey're yours to do with as you pleaseto command and to controlI give myself with all my heartI'm yours for all of timeYour slave, your queen, your anythingonly say that you are mine