MY VALENTINE
My little Valentine is fair.
Her name - ah, don't you wish you knew?
All curling falls her soft brown hair
And her dark eyes flash as the dew
On roses sparkles when the sun
Kisses the flowers it has won
To open by its rays.
What shall I send my Valentine
Upon this joyous festal day
While Cupid's arrows flash and shine
Piercing my heart, though not to slay?
My wounded heart to her I'll send
That she, perchance, her love may lend
To bring me happy days.
Laurens Mayrard.
My little Valentine is fair.
Her name - ah, don't you wish you knew?
All curling falls her soft brown hair
And her dark eyes flash as the dew
On roses sparkles when the sun
Kisses the flowers it has won
To open by its rays.
What shall I send my Valentine
Upon this joyous festal day
While Cupid's arrows flash and shine
Piercing my heart, though not to slay?
My wounded heart to her I'll send
That she, perchance, her love may lend
To bring me happy days.
Laurens Mayrard.
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