Classic Poem

I MIGHT , of course, send violets by the score, dear,
(And stretch quite to the breaking point, my credit)
In verses, tell the story o'er and o'er, dear—
But “really” poets have much better said it.
I might send candy, books or songs, I know,
But all of these seem stupid commonplaces,
I 'd rather be a kid again and show
My love in gorgeous hearts and paper laces!
“If you love me as I love you—”
Is best of all, when it is true!

You might disguise your hand and shyly send me
A dainty volume, filled with sentiment,
But that would not be yours! … Dear heart, just lend me
The right to love you daily—I 'm content.
Saint Valentine may do as a reminder
For those who say, “I love you” once a year;
My love is blind, and daily growing blinder
To special days—I love you ALL days, dear!
“No knife can cut our love in two—”
My Valentine for aye—that's you!