Love's Message

UPID, little did you know ffh at a love-. match you were making, When you whispered years ago Words that set my heart aquaking ; When your lipa so rosy red Took the queation out of mine, And you flevr to her andsaid: "Will you be my valentinef" How I trembled at the test, Which till then had been untried; Little rogue, you never guessed What that questloning implied. Yet on wings of love you went With that precious. vreighty line ; What a world to me it meant : "Will you be my valentine?" I have wondered, did she press On your llps her kisses warm ; Did she lavish fond caress On your dainty, dimpled form? Baucy boy I a kiss, or more, Were a tribute far too fine For the message that you bore : "Will you be my valentinef" Had she coldly tnrned her head, Tossed aside her golden tresses, Gathered up her gown and fled, Chary bee'n of her caressea, Toen I would not wonder much, For my lady could divine All the daring in that touch: "Will you be my valentinef" Cupid, let the matter go. What she did was right and propei And, at that time, as you know, I made no pretense to stop her. AU she said I nver learned - All I heeded was that line Of the answer you returned : "I will be your valentine." Saucy, dimpled, rosy boy, You are Just as dear to-day, Bearing messages of joy To a sweetheart far away, As wln years ago you flew With that daring wish of mine; Cupid, we have both been true ; Love has been our valentine !