February Song

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

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