A Valentine
Go, Cupid, and my sweetheart tellI love her well.Yes, though she tramples on my heartAnd rends that bleeding thing apart;And though she rolls a scornful eyeOn doting me when I go by;And though she scouts at everythingAs tribute unto her I bring—Apple, banana, caramel—Haste, Cupid, to my love and tell,In spite of all, I love her well!
And further say I have a sledCushioned in blue and painted red!The groceryman has promised ICan “hitch” whenever he goes by—Go, tell her that, and, furthermore,Apprise my sweetheart that a scoreOf other little girls imploreThe boon of riding on that sledPainted and hitched, as aforesaid;—And tell her, Cupid, only sheShall ride upon that sled with me!Tell her this all, and further tellI love her well.