Love Songs of Childhood by Eugene Field - HTML preview

A VALENTINE

      Go, Cupid, and my sweetheart tell

      I love her well.

      Yes, though she tramples on my heart

      And rends that bleeding thing apart;

      And though she rolls a scornful eye

      On doting me when I go by;

      And though she scouts at everything

      As 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 sled

      Cushioned in blue and painted red!

      The groceryman has promised I

      Can "hitch" whenever he goes by—

      Go, tell her that, and, furthermore,

      Apprise my sweetheart that a score

      Of other little girls implore

      The boon of riding on that sled

      Painted and hitched, as aforesaid;—

      And tell her, Cupid, only she

      Shall ride upon that sled with me!

      Tell her this all, and further tell

      I love her well.