Round the big cardboard box,
We circled with tissue like a May dance,
Then pasted Hearts around its middle,
Each babe dropped in a red valentine,
Teacher hung red streamers,
And lovingly made cherry red punch,
Then to waving little pudgy hands,
Picked one child to draw one of the bunch.
“One for Johnny, one for Betts,
And a big red heart for Caroline,”
It seemed that all the little ones had one,
But where was mine - my red Valentine?
I forgave you, my dear, on Sunday,
You made it up on Monday,
Now I dance with you on Tuesday,
“My funny Valentine.”
Red is the color of my true love’s nose,
The love that on a red day, on knees proposed.
Today he sent me one red rose,
And tonight he will hug me oh, so close.
Valentines are red like a beating heart,
The wonder of a love that keeps on burning,
Valentines wear lace and jewels and beads,
But it’s the heart love that’s ever turning.
Roses are yes,
And violets are, too,
I love you the best,
Choo Choo Choo,
I wish I had a sugar heart,
A red one for Valentines,
With just those simple printed words.
Sweetheart will you be mine?
© By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)