MY Valentine I prithee be, Sweet maid, who art so dear to me. I love thee for thy bonny eye; It glances, -- and I fain would die, If only I might die for thee. Thy cheeks, none rosier can I see; I love them also greedily, -- A lover of thee all am I, My Valentine! These pouting lips, -- for them I sigh. Oh, if I were a butterfly, Or if I were a honey-bee, I know where @3I@1 for sweets would flee. That now of course I dare not try, My Valentine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECHOES: 35. MARGARITAE SORORI by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: BATTERIES OUT OF AMMUNITION by RUDYARD KIPLING SONG by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE DARTMOOR: SUNSET AT CHAGFORD: HOMO LOQVITUR by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN TO A GENTLEMAN WHO SENT HIM A NEWSPAPER by ROBERT BURNS FALL IN! by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 14 by BLISS CARMAN |