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...AFTER THE QUARREL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR WISTFULNESS by KATHARINE ADAMS HELEN AND THETIS by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE A WATER MILL by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA HIS HEART, INTO A BIRD by PHILIP AYRES THE INNOCENT MAGICIAN; OR, A CHARM AGAINST LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |