George Washington (The Athanaeum Portrait), by Gilbert Stuart
One night as I wandered alone in my room
Cursing the dark February,
And casting a shadow that deepened the gloom,
My thoughts turned to pink stationery.
I pictured the presidents, and cherry pie,
And you, as you toast Groundhog’s Day.
For what month do I love, if it isn’t July?
The second, because I can say…
Chorus:
Dear Valentine, you set my heart aglow.
My heart is in your hands.
I thought you ought to know.
R U M-I-N-E mine? 4 U I pine.
O U Q T, do your duty, be my Valentine.
I rushed to my desk for to pen you a card
(‘twas Leap Year, when my heart-beat quickens),
The Mardi Gras madness was hitting me hard–
And the birthdays from Darwin to Dickens.
“I love you, I love you,” I wrote, “I love you,”
When a knock made me lift up my head.
Through the door to my chamber an envelope flew.
I opened it up, and I read…
Dear Valentine, you set my heart aglow.
My heart is in your hands. I thought you ought to know.
R U M-I-N-E mine? 4 U I pine.
O U Q T, do your duty, be my Valentine!
©2012 Ajemian and Newcomb
